Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Verse: I go with the world

I go
where the world goes

into the impossible
blue hours

of waking life
holding its heavenly hem

sometimes I'm tiptoeing
across fevered rooftops

before the day
knows I'm there

sometimes I find myself
confronted by December's blank stare

sometimes I go with
wind and whim

and find myself barefoot
on slender strands of sand

or stretched out
on the lawns of dawn

and when I go back inside
I leave it all

as I found it
wide and wild

and wondering
where you are.

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