in blossom. On thekitchen table now.Taller than me.Why do I feel ashamed.In my warm vest and winter coat.In tears.Hands empty at my side. What are youfor. Standing there as if insome other country. Anotherwise. Without past or future.No logic religion sorrowthought. Whisperingsmoke signals to morninglight.Are you hearing each other. The sight of meis of a […]
