neglecting email,
shuffling files on the desk
unsettled
clawing verses,
begrudging time
-
Day 10
I dreamt of Franko
last night; we slipped together
easy, sighing hard,
and watched an old woman die
dancing bold in the next room -
Day 9
soft drumming
of the vent below the floor,
window rattling;
it is the wind that owns
day and night, not sun, not moon -
Day 8
daffodils unfold
stretching pedals to endless
evening sky;
breathing deep, shoulders unwind,
arms reach wide across earth -
Day 7
I stand on this track
awaiting movement, opening
to suggestion,
as many before, I leave
one thin layer of gray dust
Poems from in between 