01.
FOREGOING PROCESSES OF ELIMINATION
having finally found a solid piece of earth,
i have found a tiny truth to sew at my feet.
it merely takes a single bird to teach
the wanting to fly; and there are many
teachers who will lead you into glass.
maybe all but one.
02.
A NEW BOX
i found a slip of page
carrying your hand in light
buried among the tallest grasses grown–
taller than the sticks you found
full of Spanish snails.
the clouds had fallen
into your words with disregard
for a lovelessness as small as yours,
and some roots had their own
say in orange stains.
as i read your note to no one,
falling backward onto a pillow
of memories i’d forgot to revisit,
i couldn’t help but think that
what you need is a good box.
03.
WHEN YOU PRAY INTO THE DARKNESS, SOMEONE MAY BE LISTENING
you placed it there,
on a park bench, singing
secret songs for spirits gone.
i was lost and tired
enough to rest my legs,
hung over a bench
in my travels’ path,
a bench by which
you had passed.
i read your song,
know the words and believe
that my legs have rested
too long, too far
from where you may be traveling.
