Friday, August 20, 2010



A lizard bit a spider 
in your lumberjack’s
tool shed. 

I cried watching it rot
like a dead, dry trunk.

Today it rained, you clamped 
the memories of everything 
we’d built together trying 
hard to make me smile.

The fragrance of the moon
is profoundly asleep,
but the sun is awake.

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