Sunday, December 18, 2011


"Love is so short, forgetting is so long."
(Pablo Neruda)

You are that relentless flap of wings across
an endless sky through cloud-into-cloud,
or a last drop of rain that clings to the edge
of something offshore. Whereas I am a ladder,
a shadow that leans against double dead dusk
and reaches up to a fleet of incoming stars,
which is where you last hid.


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