muddy up the
mix,
drown that
bass
until it bubbles
into sound
canal-
then wash
it back
into
depths from
which
tune
was
hatched..
..and relax.
caught a
spark,
boxed it up in
wooden
heart–
saved for warmth
starved
night,
when deeply
in want
of
your crackling
bright.
life of the raindrop
falls subtle
but rich..
and tugs on
a leaf
like strings of
a heart–
plucking tune to
keep from
the
fall apart,
life of a sunbeam?
someone else’s
dream.
a romance, not for
the faint of
heart–
but yielding beyond
what i’d
wish-
had i taken
cues
from those who
no longer
kiss.
reviewing a
playlist
of
past
weekends
rolling off
the reel,
trying to catch
our favorite
frames-
to reassemble
falling
rain,
ventured in
vain.
pushing, pulling
clutching,
controlling, patrolling
no loitering,
deciding, reciting
delighting in
falling
‘spite not knowing
where or
how..
we’re
landing.
in your rainy day
day smile
i see
stars clenched
‘tween those
squeaky
jaws
begging for
release-
relief of your
need to
be
anything but
true-
to reach
me.
unhinged the
mirror,
hung it upside
down,
stood on my
head
till blood rushed
to my feet
same old face
staring..
back at
me.
like the kid with a
fistful of
coins,
but no wishes or
fountains of
fish
just his
own reflection..
in a puddle, begging
closer inspection.
i see your face
clear,
not here, but
clear,
i hear your voice
true,
‘least it sounds
like you
are here with
me too,
so, how am
i blue?
hands in the garden 
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