Thursday, July 29, 2004

Spoon

I skirt about the normal bounds of earth.
What you see by day
is an altogether other by night.

Sometimes I feel as if I might one day set myself completely adrift.

stay, lay;
that I might settle in and spoon
while first light dawns behind the mountains;
that you might be the anchor
that sees me to remain another day.

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