maybe my time is spent
with the natural expressions
flowing from my mouth
maybe i speak the truth
when i say i am alive and
enjoying the cool breezes
maybe i am in love
maybe i dont lie when i look
inside and see it.

i had the grace, i had the view
i had the comfortable niche
i saw it flow around
crouched and silent
blowing a sweet song
with the rhythm of her breath

her window sat up high, and the sun was on the other side of the house, but a mass of greenery crowded the slated glass, some life to fill the long hours, to remind me of the brilliant years ahead.

but that was back in the day,
now i am sore and tired with
the grain thrashing my eyes,
i keep mucking through some
unused connections
my brain coalescing into a
disciplined machine. My fingers
efficiently finishing assigned task
and part of me, ever thinking
of a face, of a smile. Of the blue
background in her photograph, that
sits in my black sweaty wallet
of the caption she wrote on the
back that replays in my mind every minute

09/28/2001

Posted on 09/28/2001
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