measure

how I measure us
by things;
coffee cups and gingerbread,
your car
my motorcycle

sand from the beach at night,
yellow towels and oil
your pendant
my torn stockings
contact lenses.  rope.

and how I measure us
by lessons;
anger.  fear and hope.
passion, bright. hopelessness.
self-sight.  over-think
and over-talk.
forgiveness… self, each other,
how to hold
how to touch.
how to be there, day after day
month after month.
how to keep learning.

and then, back to objects,
moleskine notebooks
coffee cups
your car
my hands

full circle.

December ’12

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This blog is the collection of my poetry and prose, in chronological order from most recent to oldest.

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