Like a tapering lighthouse- I rest lying awake, waiting for you to come.
An overtaken hill, biding it’s time on lookout for the lost ones to
crash their wooden plankings against the stones at my feet. Where
their tattered postings and beached skin
Scold me for my idleness.

Like a porch light harvesting moths,
I flicker. Augmenting the shadows
of lonely suburban sidewalks.

With my knees reclining to my chest and my opposing fingers grasping
each other, like my grandmother’s once did in prayer, I wait.

Like an expectant holiday child I rush to you and find sight and sound
lying awake, waiting for me to come to them.

12/10/2003

Posted on 12/10/2003
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