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Month: February, 2005

many birds

embarrassed to sleep, I bask in a lavender moon air washed clean by a week of rain i wake to the sound of my friend’s old piano. it’s true: i’m so tired of being alone

long tones

first full moon, plum blossoms, fireworks of pink laugh through the storm’s final splashes within these lifeless limbs a subtle warmth i always seem to forget

lullabyes

these friends, so rare, so unexpected. night of heartfelt talk and beer. so soon we’ll part, and i’ll most likely spill some word i’ll instantly regret

meeting

to make a melody: my only task. i ponder when i should decide. prince and callas mingle with the freeway. singing in the shower.

humidity

the sound of rain—a dampness in the skin. one knows, but doesn’t quite believe, that winter nourishes just as much as spring— within cold bones: hurray!