like a small reed-thin sound loudening
each day, I approach to your ear
give and take evocative…listening
harlequineach small sound glittering bells
utterances deep within throbbing sighs, talking
lingering at the edge of your words
romancing a small elegiac flame to brightness.
I see roses no longer weeds
chortling at blousy dandelion explosions
in the sharp wind
crabgrass and thorning vine
replace gently a sweeter smile, perhaps yours.
the blossoms of your eyes, shaded by whiplashes
startle me oft dewy tears washing sadness gone
we two closer to one than one
two not lovers houseguests sharing time
sunning splashing poolside gambols
friends whose hearts nearby calling
whatdahell with you today?
or, oh! such sorrow can I kiss that tear?
coke and cigarettes gossipy days
your sighs great billowing clouds
the oh! and ah! gifts offered friends
cheering the wherewithal of silliness
binding wounds with incandescent light
as friends can
when bad days bite
when sad days wound
wearily palpitating heart deflates at dawn
memories of mom’s tender kisses soothed
acting silly together disbands the melancholy
today I think of Maine strewn madly across this land
thousand miles of words distancing friends
wanting to see you giggle and act the fool
planning to see you, giggling and acting the fools
wishing we were closer, glad that we’re this close



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