Friday 8/04/2006 11:22:00 PM

Dirty Knees

Soon they'll all
be calling me
by name

Not remembering
I haven't been
her since

We woke the
rooster with
our insomnia

Fought the
demons with
our matchsticks

Rode the moon
until it buckled
under the weight

of our salvation

Knotted hair

And every way
still left
to wonder

Where beneath
us the earthquake
might wait

for us to happen

Anonymous said...

Ah! See this one dear S is not so sad I think. It is brimming with a frothy hope. That may or may not blow away with a gusty wind. And I love it! Print!

favorite lines:"rode the moon..." and waking the rooster. gee, how they capture the delight in taking risks and overcoming inertia!

I do hope this means your days are more yellow than blue? (rhetorical question; don't mean to pry)

Y (who wrote to you recently)

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