Tuesday, December 29, 2009

To the Shape Across Two Lawns and Two Roofs

Between myself, the moon and you...
is space.
But let's be honest:
space is neither
distance nor time.
Nor is it the shape illuminated
by the kitchen light,
the circular moon around
which my mind runs
when thinking of what
it'd be like if I
knew you,
young woman in a tank top
with your arms out stretched...
Or perhaps just a collection
of white and purple balloons.
To the shape across two lawns and
two roofs: it was nice
knowing you.

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