Mar 10, 2011

Nachtmusik

You wear your red t-shirt like
my fever,

cover your eyes with sun glass..

and

drive, drive, drive.

I wake, only to find more snow has
fallen.


..


Fallen

looks

that

glitter

in

their

shells

..


Shells


&


songs. sung out loud.
spaces, roll by and by

your cursive heart.

the crunch of tires on ice.


Ice

blue. the waitress sets down our steaks. more lemon slices in a plastic cup.
your phone vibrates on the table. tattered cherubs stuck on the wall.

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