Wednesday, April 2, 2014


hum of escalator
drum deep breath
and song syncs
to my step, gold rays,
sun rays crisp afternoon
solid light cuts shadows
like it's painted on pavement,
warm on faces of
passing no-face strangers
I'll never begin to understand
how the day breaks and
dusk and night and it was so
different when I was so long ago--

don't be afraid
my love, don't whisper
my love, I am here,
I am walking into the future


the sun is a burnt offering
lit by the gods

I'll be your guide.

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