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refreshing air

blew in the door and another

bird makes singular calls

of in a tree while I blast out

and down the raceway to arrive

after a roam around

each corner tires squealing

making a fast move

up the road ready to growl

pacing for the wait

and then starting again even faster

than before

there is a finish line yet

it doesn’t exist this close to the

starting gun

Yet each time the window

opens it is a waterfall

of the split second slipping

into the past

told for a moment

to go home,

time stretches out,

the dog wanders and can

only find a way to keep

going, turn after turn, slowly

finding the way. He watches

each person warily, and can get

by just fine as often as he needs to,

and gets lost

but can be back

Where he should

under the moon,

there are never enough

lights and not enough

roads that go straight to where

the smell is familiar,

the trail is known,

each turn is more correct on

the one and only place where

the door will always open

and when it does

the arms will embrace

only then did she

open her mouth

and he turned to look

but then, as thier eyes connected

she stopped,

it was as if a door,

then a world opened

as they blinked at each other,

an entire conversation that

started simple and was soon so

intricate that the words ceased instead

of spilling out all over each other,

after that there was

the moment when each attempted to

think of what to say and right

at that very second the crowd

started up again and

each one reached for thier phone

each one gave numbers

and eventually

together they embraced the night

and danced off

down the path of evening

to the tune of

stars and moon

ready to see wherever

it would lead them

sometimes the thick fog

rolls on in

it seems accompanied by

fire and lightning silence

I can’t relax

the motion won’t quit in my tension

and I and my

get that just won’t sit still are

not going to breathe easy

until I am in your aura again

i twitch I quiver I sigh I

i rant internally I

plunge outdoors I claim walkabout

I roam a windy darkened

thought-chain up to the second

that your small words arrive

and I wait for this

time with you and two little woofs

it deeply seems hours are days for this

it is I who burn

a candle in the

darkness is all I need to feel for this

until you are in my arms again

I sit and hear you

sigh

there is no line that devides like yours

no storm no ocean no

river no state line no

railroad track no freeway

not even a mountain range

you picked a day to call me

back it might have been

the day after you met me

and you still noticed a wave of

happiness crush over me when we meet

and I lap up your

conversation, a hungry dog

finding water in a desert

I have an

overwhelming sense of

how to relax

when you place your hand on mine

if there is a brace

to keep fun and funny thinking

making available the face

of magical kind of thinking

when there is still no

way to explain the song

but you know every note to come

and if the confusion had a voice

it was not done singing

but the moon doesn’t have

to be full but it just has to

be there and not gone

yet the bones are on the back

of the tree and the

way you give a birth to a ghost

it to see the person greet you again

there are words and

then there are moments that grab you

but nothing can change a Curse

once planted can only be lifted by

the curious hate or

the forgotten crime

and the road out of town is

like the door outside

but only the gifted really know the spell

and only the strong survive

collecting things with sentimental value is

letting emotion take up space

open up a new trash bag can be just as good

underneath a pile far too

distracting when the advancement of

every bit of space is important

directing you to clear up

have to downsize without desire

organize what should be given

right in time to value you

introductions that keep happening

zoo of demons hide firey inside of me

outside the door is a steel shield that is you

now you know there are no trapdoors

as the breeze kicks in

I look for a cloud moving in

there will be rain today

then the smallest thing is a taste of air

I will return to home and

make a warm welcome

to the room and a

broth with some freshly

chopped cilantro and onions

and these are tears of joy

because I am not going through my own

crisis anymore yet

I’ve given change to homeless people today

and I have bought a drink for

a person who needed it

But I am thinking of you and

have concern for you

being safe and healthy

by the time I see you again

and the leaves are stirring up

and singing this song

the wings of the trees fluttering

the drops voice a pitter patter and

there are cool moves to the reaching

of the season showing

all the signs of new autumn

and I will be ready when

these leaves change more

and nobody can love you more

could it be the moon is

out there talking about

the need to get out and keep on

working the air

across the rainy day

from your shiny eyes

while an evening awaiting

the arrival of some yum and

you like the flowers you keep alive

to be seen from

the bedroom window

and we enjoy a coffee

when we see the river outside

do you think we could

see if sometime between

full moon beside starlight but

right up until the pail of sunlight burns in

down to the moment when

I can tell from every look on your face

that you enjoy

a long song of quiet

and silvery shine of a

lovely lonely night