On One Hand

March 19, 2006

In the Turning

Filed under: Uncategorized — ononehand @ 7:07 pm

In the turning
the soft rain
in first-light hymns of ruffled sheets
in open curtains lapping the scent of mowed lawns
breeze over highways whizzing
past parked trucks
noisy apartments flat beer and
tequila screwdrivers hard and acidic…

I wonder if we will make it to summer
where we were last year I remember
you sharper, hair cut short, us
lying in the thick grass of the park downtown
sun beating round the shadows of skyscrapers…

Seasons ago
your eyes are once again blue
nose rounder, your little dog
sneering jealously at me holding your hand
and the bald man across the street
always with the hose, watering blue irises.
Pretends we can’t see him watching
when your mother is out of town
(I snuck through the back).

Before then you are older, dark brows
met under the bridge
you and I, your worn jacket
matched mine and I bought your lunch,
white boxes carried over salted streets.

In the first autumn snow
cereal and love songs
in tree pollen dusting our clothes
and your half-shot eyes
brown. green. blue.
That is when
the many of you are one.


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