same lost walk
through
park
new marvels tug
at sleeve
to be
believed,
too busy peering
down, trying
not to
trip
over crack
in familiar ground..
to glance about
and see,
there’s far more to
perceive
than
draggin’ feet.
shadow work
as road forks
’round the
bend,
can’t see the
clearest way ahead,
though wheel turns all
the same,
no bad drivers left
to blame.
heavy
on theatrics,
more than a touch
dramatic..
while in
make
up,
crowd gasps as
he steps
out
from behind dark
drapes,
in nothing but his
top hat and
a cape.
let’s take a spin
’round your
mind,
maybe park and
stall the
motor
for a moment, just
to hear the
crickets,
frolicking on dewy
lawn,
swear i’ll
have
you..
back
by dawn.
caught a
spark,
boxed it up in
wooden
heart–
saved for warmth
starved
night,
when deeply
in want
of
your crackling
bright.
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.
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.
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.
hands in the garden 
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