I look to the sky, seeing nitrogen, oxygen,
argon, water, and light.
“The biggest white mass,” you ask,
“What do you see it as?”
To me, it seems a pirate ship.
To you, it seems a house.
We have on our hands: a person,
another,
a difference, and each of these three
is pretty.
But you look to the sky, seeing rock, clay,Read More »
You think I’m being emotional, (and I am going to use the word “but”,
but don’t stop listening) but when I start to repeat myself,
it’s because I don’t think you understand. And you don’t think I understand
that you do, but the times I repeat myself are the times that you think I’m emotional-
that I’m saying something that makes sense but doesn’t really matter.Read More »
I’d recognize December anywhere,
but somehow I had the wrong year,Read More »
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