Wednesday, January 6, 2010

on married men who don’t wear rings

you thought he tried

to shut-eyed bashful hide

delight when on the stairs

you nearly crashed

from opposite directions

through the winter rushing

with your duties bearing

heavy coats and other burdens

on your ways you thought the other time he leaned

on accidental meeting

made a broadflash grin

inadvertent invitation but

it would be wiser not to trust such instincts

you are always reaching

dipping lazy fingers into sweet

imaginehaze for narrative, for poetry

looking in the wrong place for logic

that might order the

breaking litany still

after courtyard talk

the leveling of yellow leaves

walk beyond the pale

when he shied from the brown gaze

you must have steadied

though inside you wobbled jelly

it is certainly a first

and a new father too

baby just two months how almost comic

were it not bursting

the little gasoline dream

that had been tugging you along

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