
you captivate with your languid longing

you captivate with your languid longing

the closing of the day

i thought you were alone,
but there were two other geese
roaming the field,
and when we walked by
you called out loudly
to them?
to me?
we were all at attention,
your intention was clear–
i walked by gently,
loving you from a distance

delicate pink petals
pinch my heart–
the memories come flooding,
tumbling,
racing
into the space that is now,
that was then,
that was when
we were young

it wasn’t the glass ceiling
that was so infinitely appealing,
or the greens or the pinks
or the deep porcelain sinks–
it was the shabby
and the rough
and the marks and the scuffs
and the weeds and small seeds
and the rambling reeds–
it was the crumbling paint
and the rust and the faint
outline and shadow of the earth laying fallow
that i liked and understood

“They should get rid of all these weeds in these plants,” she said.
but i liked the way it looked,
exactly as it was–
beautiful weeds and all


the earth clings to your skin–
i crave your taste

tiny, tender minutes in time–
little and brittle
and treasured,
like preserved crimson flowers
on a sunny spring day

Every waking moment i’m alive
I’m searching for you
Whether i know it or not
Or whether i realize
Every waking moment i’m alive
I’m searching for you
Every Waking Moment written by Clarence Greenwood
of Citizen Cope, 2006

looking at you
i can see the dinosaurs roam
i can feel the earth tremble
i can hear the roars as the pterosaurs soar