Tuesday, June 24, 2014

From today, standing in a clump of aspen


He has been standing
in the shaded side of love
for so long he can no longer tell
if it is night or the shadow of a cloud.

She is knocking, though,
with the sun perched on her shoulder.
I'm coming,  he cries, fumbling for a doorknob
he almost  remembers.

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