Tuesday, March 14, 2017

(π)

in this cool stillness
one hand strokes the striped pendleton blanket
skin to wool warm
while the other hand
holds my heart inside my chest
thumping in recognition of who you are
from this seat i notice the peeling paint
of the neighbors upstairs balcony
once it was a sleeping porch
now merely a peeling porch o
utlined by maples & white sky
it snowed this morning
somedays it is too much
this tilted sorrow rippling across space
to that porch
this heart
cool stillness

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