Jun 14, 2009


And my first thought is of dandelion
upon a hill so green your body aches to know
the dark clean cold of the ground below--
And my second thought is of breaking storm
misting thru the screen of a window opened
that you drunken upon each inhalation--
And my third is of love that restrains
anyone from making irrevocable mistake--
And my fourth is of lizards on a rock
while cats sprawl too contented to play--
And my fifth is of kissing you in a room
warm with smoke and our own anticipation--
And the sixth is the last I dare think:
That wisdom is more than a turn of phrase.