Tuesday, March 31, 2015

One More Paper Heart

One More Paper Heart     

Dream-long day beside this window
waiting for you. No clock
in my head or anywhere.
Old cream-yellow radiator
from the forties puffing warmth
gallantly, a Lancelot in those ribs.  
Beyond smudged glass, the L-
shaped neighbour block, bricks
& windows, taped ACs—  
snow skirls in vortices, dot
matrix static, gone abruptly—

(nowhere other waiting, calling)                 

calmly letting in the world,
I learn your green-gold eyes.

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