Tuesday, April 22, 2008

like flowers

I would not run from you
for your shadow would follow me -
leaning tree where you carved my name
cast to the ground
lengthening long, a leafy umbrella
like the one you held over me 
when everything was rain.

bent by the wind
a field of grass whispers
I hear your name

See the beach reeling beneath the gulls 
as they swoop, cry for us.  
I know that is where you'll be waiting
along the shore, a map so worn 
I know every fold of your face 
every crease of your arms
hue of your eyes painted 
with the blue of the sea's own watery brush

How could I leave you?

I want to fill you with poems
words softly scented 

like flowers

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