under
the awning,
it appeared
you were yearning
in ways could be barely
contained,
and it took but
a moment
to see moisture
falling
was not only
rain.
shadow play
your eyes like
stars
glow
near then far–
vanishing into
the night,
i caught them
once..
then let them
go,
for fear of dimming
their light.
beneath a crusted
moon
we bayed at
noon–
wishing sunshine
back,
under a starless
smile
we watched
beguiled
as all went
black.
where may i
find fun?
how will i know when
i’m young
again?
will i go to
bed hungry?
won’t you draw
my bath?
i hear the footsteps
and know a
hug is
near
and there’s nothing
real to fear.
first bite of sandwich-
I’m full,
next sip of cola-
the glass
spills,
not at my best
these days-
parked in a rest stop
counting
greys.
if you fled with all
your flavors
i’d miss each
taste,
and were you to vanish
i’d die in search
of your
trace.
waiting for
a sun-like smile
to burn through
my teeth,
bracing for
a heart shaped cloud
to burst and
deplete.
i miss
cds..
and lyric sheets
with coffee
stains,
i miss when you
came like
fresh
rain,
oh, to spin
that mix
one more
time.
it was backwards
in time
we stripped the clock
down to its
gears–
to tinker with
a heart
too cracked to
beat again.
give me a
shot,
you may
be disappointed–
but never underappreciated
for the living
mystery
you are.
hands in the garden 
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