the tilt of your head
maps
the implacable sun
one foot in front
the radio next door
moving closer to
you
Friday, August 14, 2009
1130 Miles: Day 17
Outside, dish licked clean
dry. Inside we line up for water,
lemonade, iced coffees,
fairy sized cups of free sips.
1130 Miles: 17 Day: Joy
where there is joy
I am
in the city of
I am
near you
I am
longing to see you
I am turning toward home
I
1130 Miles: Day 16
Amarillo
Ten Cadillacs planted
nose first in Texas dirt
Hot pink spray and
blueberry
Hubcaps become regal clown hats
Undercarriage graffiti speaks
layers and layers of first names
No rain can touch this.
1130 Miles: 16th Day: Pressing
heat pressing
into
my temples
like stones pressing
each ache and knot
out of me
the pattern of
pressing
into
my temples
like stones pressing
each ache and knot
out of me
the pattern of
pressing
1130 Miles: Day 15: Camp Circus
A hand with a camera
reaches in to snap
this Charlie Chaplin cast
where one father, one son
look straight on;
in the background
another boy in red
scales a rope swing.
1130 Miles: 15 or so: Outside
outside
the sun shines
outside
we drink espresso
outside
we smell the roses
outside
we pet the dogs
outside
we smile at babies
outside
we hold hands
outside
we know it's summer
outside
the sun shines
outside
we drink espresso
outside
we smell the roses
outside
we pet the dogs
outside
we smile at babies
outside
we hold hands
outside
we know it's summer
outside
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