Friday, May 20, 2005

you said come home in winter
but i was out
on a tension wire
and we had sierras between us
i argued that
days spent bunkered down
and frozen over were
for tougher hearts
you slipped under the covers
and said something
in a whisper
which sounded like
"i know a place
off the map
where snow is warm and laughter
is the squealing screaming catching of breath
ever running"
but in actuality it was
roll the dice,
plant a seed,
refrain no longer
allow that, which does not allow itself

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