
i look up at the moon
and wonder–
are you looking at the moon?
are you wondering if i’m
wondering
if you’re looking at the moon?

i look up at the moon
and wonder–
are you looking at the moon?
are you wondering if i’m
wondering
if you’re looking at the moon?

the complicated composition
of pattern on pattern–
shadows of imagined conversations
echoes of envisioned confrontations
murmurs of romantic desperation
filter through paned glass
in the afternoon sun
with waning expectations

you do not hesitate to be heard–
boldly and with confidence,
loudly and in the present moment,
you do not hesitate

what fears the fall?
what falls out of fear?
what fell from the fall?
what is the fallout of fear?

the snow drifts quietly,
flake by flake–
melting like languid moments
in lost memories

used book store
dried flower shop
coffee and chocolate cafe
bakery
toy store
flea market
novelty shop
art store

does anything last forever?

i broke a long stick today, just to see it bend and hear it snap

“Would you like some sprinkles on that?”
and with that question, the day became good

what were you looking at so intently? was it an insect on the wall, or the growing moss and moisture? or were you just avoiding the prying eyes of uninvited guests?