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if it was the Light

that woke me

it was not the sun

I had a full plate and I knew it

but the short time of a

cup of steam

scenting the air

with pomegranate green

and the toes are cold

but I cannot say how it

tears me up into little pieces

to leave when you want so bad

for me to stay

and to be gone for a quiet day

sent back but not soon enough

it seemed so long

an eternity

that couldn’t possibly end

like a shattered mirror

Put back together crystalline clear

even the blinks weren’t quick

the breaths would creep by

and the clock would lie

but I wouldn’t sit still

until I howl at the moon

with you

prepared as the sun setting on

the horizon of orange

there is a flitter of whispers

and a gargoyle of lies resides nearby

while the cool breeze

reaches out to your bones

yet the power of the moon

sneaks up

something soft but soon

to bring out the energy of

a blood shot pair of eyes

and getting over broken years

of long ago

but now there is not one place

I will ever be afraid of

and I have my sharp steel soul

picking its own

bulls eyes

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