Tuesday, January 20, 2015

hurt

What has come of the letters
she wanted, well
this may be it

don't carry yr ills
to postcard landscapes
piece it together

before the light goes
and comes again
dawn on fabric walls

of colors I have never seen
and may never see
least you can do

picking superstitions
from yr feet
and from stones

is to not think of me
in any capacity
hurt travels