Monday, March 11, 2019


Fireflies in the night of stars
This I remember:
The moonrise beyond the tree line and 
You there
Ambient roar from the nearby road rises in
Doppler shifts through the forest
Wafting its way in reds and blues to the
Kitchen window
There I was
Singing Bob Dylan on the back porch 
It wasn’t dark yet but the
Was approaching us
Like your candle-lit dance from the 

Kitchen to my bed
And I want you
White lace curtains move in the
Rhythm of trees and you 
Sway like clothes on the line
My scream fades and I
Wake up in a Japanese hotel room
And you’re still there
I want you
To come home
And I want you
Like the night I burned your books 
On my back porch

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