in progress
summer and i'm learning to be okay,
learning to remember the leafshaped sunlight patterns on our skin
eight-year-old afternoons, too much coffee and all of the withins.
wind more alive than heaven is starting to be something more than the echo of your explanations,
and my neighbors offer knowing smiles, unknowing reminders of boundless nextdoorworlds
where it is okay to be without the need of you
(though i still dont want to know that you think the girls in brooklyn are pretty,
or that you get to ride on trains when it is their sound that bridges my seasons and my sighs,
or- that in fact you live as much as i think i do) .....but you can,
and i can too, and live? oh how i do, and though
we'll need to not have a september,
or the capacity to remember the winter,
this summer light goes on it with its healing
and we'll both be okay.
learning to remember the leafshaped sunlight patterns on our skin
eight-year-old afternoons, too much coffee and all of the withins.
wind more alive than heaven is starting to be something more than the echo of your explanations,
and my neighbors offer knowing smiles, unknowing reminders of boundless nextdoorworlds
where it is okay to be without the need of you
(though i still dont want to know that you think the girls in brooklyn are pretty,
or that you get to ride on trains when it is their sound that bridges my seasons and my sighs,
or- that in fact you live as much as i think i do) .....but you can,
and i can too, and live? oh how i do, and though
we'll need to not have a september,
or the capacity to remember the winter,
this summer light goes on it with its healing
and we'll both be okay.