His father sits him down and recommends an anchor tattoo.
concomitant gaps, tie-offs and recommencements
or parchment paper is fine
I'm sorry I don't have more on hand
The coffee that's
drowned in the wake of our passing
Someone boiling a pot of water
without the expensive airfare,
Low in calories
The arc of stars
each in its different way an encounter with life's unresolved questions and mysteries,
not yet.
behold it well!
Keep your eyes on your beautiful dream.
robbercarry
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on our way out.
& latch it to
our long dusk drives
Without anguish, quietly drifting.
— or do like my yiayia does
when the zucchini
(it's a long story)
suck, for the sake of our emptiness, the sweet
Senga Sengana Strawberries
I drink sunrise thoughts,
distances traveled
Over the fence —
A valid receipt is required for all returns.
So now we wait.
Morning — only the seed of Noon —
with busted slats or hinges, strollers with
A crowning mirage or a question
I picture whole streams, new currents,
Idly, not sobbing, not scurrying,
the area of a map that encloses information about the map itself.
borders, journeys, archives, landscapes, reading, time, memory, myth, legend,
Some day, this beach too —
before everyone arrives.
A room, empty:
I'm sorry I don't have more on hand
Everything else remained the same.
Over the fence —
Cell phones, cellular tablets, and cellular
that's all that's left,
for my hair-line
And in the morning her trails are washed away.
into a valley, too thin a stream to cut its
nature
the exact moment
PASTA
If you want to transport yourself
With the spring, now