2:00PM
2:00PM, the sun's just rising
dead plants unfurling their leaves
I blow smoke into the new air,
it clouds my face
the afternoon smolders, waits
for night to cover its blemishes.
11.16.09
So much to feel and so little time
for the angry skies
the too-quiet afternoons
for joy that is oh so far away
the spaces where a hand, a shoulder should be
tears, tears.
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