Waiting for the moon
When your life is ruled by the sight of the moon
and clouds creep in
fueled by rain
and wind and wintery madness
nights can seem long.
But the air is nice and cool
and we have this night
and that is a lot, really.
Favorite Places
Standing outside after midnight
in the shadow of the building
where the stars are free
from lightpost illumination
and other forces
the air is so rich
and the sky is
pieces of broken glass.
And I watch
and memorize
as if there is a test
any moment.
Showing posts with label 2004 poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2004 poetry. Show all posts
Monday, December 20, 2010
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