watching the way you peeled an onion
hiding tears in a scented candle
rose-sandlewood-something when really
it was the smell of smoke you hoped to hide
long after you’d quit and we both knew
it was him again
lingering in places you’d already scoured
as i peeled carrots, chopped celery, sliced
a moon down the side of one finger
before either of us noticed it was raining
and you were gone
nothing and everything
left behind
pain on pane
swift angel of morning
dusty dove
winged evidence
ethereal
mercurial
captured
…
herding blue and green
through the fast moving symphony
of spring
black birds
dot the sky
b flat
e minor
g sharp
notes of hunger
and freedom
spelled with stump
and fury
at being
left
behind
off key
and obbligato
…
sunrise manifests
in shades of grey
a tinge of pink
filtered through a jar
left too long
on a too full counter
just because
you love
the shape
of shadow
…
blue sky, day dry
another loop of miles, smiles,
burning, yearning
false flock
getting ready
to fly
…
the color of love
and the scent of sunshine
sweet and sharp
short and poignant
ephemeral
…
…
i threw away all the curtains
because i want to see everything
i’ve grown old on a mantle of marble
i’ve breathed love into statues of stone
i wrapped grey over hard faded rainbow
because gold is the color of own
…
us vs. them
man vs. nature
you vs. me
there’s a circle and a triangle
buried deep in the heart
of every clock
and we run from time
long before
the chase begins
i am here
and you are forest
or i am there
and you are tree
one of us always
rooted
…
the day starts
with
tea and sunshine
rye and wheat
mess and murmur
that’s it
that’s all there is
…
