summertime
Thursday, January 25th, 2007red cigarette cinders
exploding
on night highway
red cigarette cinders
exploding
on night highway
the christmas salsa
was a casualty
of love
building a fire
from a pile of rocks,
or the river Lethe
I love the furrows in your heart as those in your brow,
as would any woman
that you have touched
october has drowned,
leaving only
readiness.