9.27.2017

pose4

leave us right here

under swing sets.
most amounts to loss

there’s never been today any-way

Choked-up Close-up
where we’re needed.

intake hand out

smell of astrology at it’s worst.

we end up here, we go
home music

bread, talking of making bread

where is the light?
often I don’t want light.
other times I demand it.

a memory of a friend fixed in place dashes off
off with news of how it was all imagined

After all

sun cloud patterning printed on silk
simply has to go if I don’t first,
right past love