leaning close
to whisper, she fills my ear
with laughter
leaning close
to whisper, she fills my ear
with laughter
the shape
of earthworms on the pavement—
sprung numbers
palsied shadows
on shades—the tree outside
waving
weighty
blossoms dragging eyes
down
dozing, hands clasped—
we tip toe past as if
he were a judge
rain starts
and stops in sleep—streets damp
where shadows cling
they have orders and
march out of step—reshuffling
to wrong themselves
desire riding
heart and lungs, pursuit and
living full
rain starting,
stopping—fitful sighs of
a jilted lover
It is
an odd word that announces
so little