Friday, July 26, 2013

You make me feel like the mist that
hangs heavy over some dreary summer
evening, post storm, and murky.

You are the cloudy unresolved spaces
between tree branches;
the black brown rain stains making tree bark
dark and malleable to my touch.

You are the decaying maple leaves
stuck to a suburban swimming pool’s surface,
floating through the season ice cold
and self-consuming.

You are a sight that says,
no need to worry—after this
it’s all over;
frozen.

You make me feel like the sun going down
all around these places.

I am the shrinking light
that clings to the last hour of everyday
saying—no, please don't go.

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