Wednesday, January 6, 2010

January 6, 2010

Today the sun set
just beneath a snow swept
mountain peak. The
wall of clouds became
the pinkish-orange
we only see at dusk and
in mixed drinks.

I quickly fell in love
like children or celebrities,
quick and without thought,
but inevitably the gold shook out
and was replaced by a rather
serious purple that did not
understand me.

I spent the rest of evening
mourning my short tryst
and wondering how any
relationship works
with all of us
rising and

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I want this to go on longer. And I want it to be a song. With some guitar strumming. And a slide harp. Or harmonica. Or both.

These are my wishes.