poems written outside
05/17/2006 09:03 p.m.
i believe it is the sun
that led me here
but it is pointless to place blame.
i have lived through more
beautiful moments
with him
than anyone else.

no amount of great sadness
infinite misery
or unfathomable sorrow
will make me regret what we shared.

i didn't used to love him.
i still do.

*

six dogs
at the water's edge
all fight for the same stick.
they jump and splash and bark,
their legs kicking and paddling
making ocean waves
in a murky river.
they play, they fight,
and on the ride home,
they sleep side by side.