intimacy
i saw my own name on a handwritten note on red paper
my heart leapt up for a moment, and so did my
breath “who could possibly…?” smiling inside, eyes seek out and re-
turn… burger 2 pints
i saw my own name on a handwritten note on red paper
my heart leapt up for a moment, and so did my
breath “who could possibly…?” smiling inside, eyes seek out and re-
turn… burger 2 pints
the weather is warming, and the landlady’s playing her music
loud, love songs and latin jazz
the day is too gorgeous for poems, and yet i persist
a perfect moment, squandered
tiny lascivious duets on the edge of the sun’s
advance: the finches own the morning
i’ll follow them west for a bit, and entreat my new neighbors
to join in their riotous cheers
just minutes ago the birds were having a music festival
and they stopped for the train, which calls from the distance
and leaves behind the sound of rain against siding
what was i dreaming about?
the medians and vacant lots awaken
oxalis nasturtium ceanothus and mallows
is that what kept me tossing about all night
wondering about my friends?