So far, I’ve forgotten to stop loving you. One of these days, probably when I’m sleeping, the memory will be clipped and I’ll walk like I never watched your eyes

 Wind,  the push and close of the door, trampling feet, the walker thinking of being elsewhere …all utterly useless to move a scrap of tiny paper on my doorstep saying “i came for San Fran” it has no origin, like it emerged whole from the landscape of badly maintained hall tiles and disrupted me for…

True north Forgives forever

If here be dragons then let wide those wings spread and send fire down the clustered masts to these long-sailed decks. The wholeness here will withstand.

there’s a shadowshow across the yard and close clipped vines puppets in absentia signalling to friends and foesbacklit sheers in a west breathing breezeand I stand here wondering how in the hell we ever both fit in this showerso smallso close