Right now,

i like your thank you’s-

your words coming to me

floating through the air

as i stand alone,

washing dishes in a dim kitchen,

a blinking screen delivering your thoughts to me.

i’d like to not have this generous thank-you,

because less would be common and

familiar…

gifts of steady presence.

i like no thanks better,

but only when

no thanks

means that all this is known well enough -

when presence is more

than texted words.

But,

without your presence,

i read your thanks

coming to me alone,

and i smile in my

dimly lit kitchen,

washing dishes.

.

.

December 2 2008

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THE COMMUTE

Hand stretched against the sky
i feel the soft resistance of the air
floating through my fingers,

And then caught beneath my palm

The pavement stretches miles ahead

Like an unseen film reel

Clicking and whirring

under my wheels

i close my eyes -

only for a second,

just to feel the Braille of the road
spelling out my directions:
a set of train tracks,
scattered gravel, and

broken glass,

two potholes,

and i am home

-Spring 2006

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slipping, floating through another moment,
i catch my heel on forgetfulness
and turn about
to face consequence
empty handed,
and unprepared.
i have left
words
crowding in the recesses of my thoughts,
climbing over one another,
just to glimpse the blank pages drifting ahead,
while i close my eyes
and prepare to pay my penance

-April 19 2006

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tossed about
the edges of
a water’s eddy, dipping
down
and looking up.
dream clouds dance
high above
the water’s spray,
as i twist and tumble
towards the river’s womb.

-March 12 2006

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and Shadow said to her
nothing but an afterthought.
Clamoring for belonging
leaves you dry as drought
your expectations hollowed
your loyalty for naught.

[]from the puddles

-February 17 2006

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feet crunching over icy crusts
i smile
i am reminded in the calm hush of the cold
to just be quiet
and listen
for once

-December 3 2005