Dec 28, 2008


the strangest thing--
i woke one night to a rain so slight
it rose as much as fell
and hissed upon my clothes
of fern and philosophy--
i wandered in that half-moon light
thru a wood itself a river
and an unfinished cemetery
innocent and pristine--
the strangest thing--
to find you with pale wings rent
and soft mouth clever
as your name bore the form
of everything--