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I would not ask of you to wait
for me; I did not wait for you.
I’ve met a cruel tutor in fate
and learned my lines just seconds late
.
I would not ask you to forgive;
Neither have I forgiven all.
Nor could I remorse outlive
and still be saved in free fall
.
I ask only that you recall
we loved. Did you forget?
And if we can remember that,
Then there is hope. Yes, yet.
Coffee
We haven’t met
in years
so let’s duck
into a cafe
and drown
in cups
of coffee.
—March 9th 2012
The Old Tree
The branches reached into the sky
And cast the emerald green
Reflections down below where I
Thought how it might have been
The same a hundred years ago.
At 7, I might never know.
.
11 years passed quickly by
And it seems all too strange
That so much time has passed and I
See no apparent change
From now and all those years ago.
I, 18, don’t care to know.
.
Someday years and years from now
I’ll stand under this magic tree.
Look up and smile, know somehow,
This hollow wood will always be
Like it was when I was 7—
Timeless, like another heaven.
—2009
The Old Tree
The branches reached into the sky
And cast the emerald green
Reflections down below where I
Thought how it might have been
The same a hundred years ago.
At 7, I might never know.
。
11 years passed quickly by
And it seems all too strange
That so much time has passed and I
See no apparent change
From now and all those years ago.
I, 18, don’t care to know.
。
Someday years and years from now
I’ll stand under this magic tree.
Look up and smile, know somehow,
This hollow wood will always be
Like it was when I was 7—
Timeless, like another heaven.
—2009
i’m half drunk
and i care
half as much
about what
there is
and twice as much
about the half
there isn’t
Midnight Oil
These berries blushed in scorching light
Before being crushed beneath the stones
Their oil illumines this dark night.
I vigil hold. They search your bones
.
Yet doubtless you are still out there
Somewhere ‘neath the moon’s dim glow;
Because my lamp still burns in prayer
I neither wish, nor hope, but know.
.
I’ll never let this fire burn out;
Neither let time your being erase
No matter how things may turn out
One day again we will embrace.
.
And miles and miles and miles away
I know in you there lives desire
To be found, and as I pray
In you will be reborn a fire.
-December 2008
Leaves Remembered
Autumn’s trees in splendid dyes
Line these streets, in neat spaced plots
Upon the branch leaves feast our eyes.
But on the floor, they are forgot,
Stepped on, run on, trodden, crushed,
Most anything at all but found.
Praised on the branch, but in our rush
We overlook those on the ground.
.
It won’t be very long before
The trees shed all and they are naked.
When leaves are gathered on the floor
And into tidy piles raked.
Then, with nothing to behold
Upon the skeletons of trees,
Perhaps we’ll search for hidden gold
Amid raked piles if we please.
And then I hope we’ll find and keep
The fallen leaves in autumn sleep.
.
December 2008
