--I Think of You--Tuesday 11/7/2006

Thinking of you
a bumblebee buzzes past my ear
a squirrel scampers across my path
leaves crinkle
an airplane trails aslant the sky.

It occurs to me while exhaling,
that all my hopes and dreams
are rough echoes,
the stuff of mad hauntings.

And that you are like molten mercury
dripping sunlight piano music in the
dark void between the lights.

We are the same, and we are different
I simply wish with all the might
of a poem
that you might do
what you do
while being you
with me.


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