Feb 4

A walk in the woods 

At a break in midday 

A sky made of violet grey-

Grey the measures of my disintegration,

Leslie so beautiful, a smile

That separates my electrons-

A moment forever-

Across a road side barrier

Then down a hill 

By a stop sign,

And back again.

Into the woods and by a tree 

Then

Lost in the damp spaces,
Of moss and down trees,
Lost across trails and down
Floating leaves,
Green and brown mud,
And wooden walkways,

Upon a wooden bridge I turn

And your there, 

There you are. I freeze. 

Reading the rain, reading

Across your face. 

Ferns and winter decay:
Does Spring come again?
I look at these teal stars
In dim afternoon rain,
Hazel skies and the distance
Between my loneliness
And my ever present presence, an
Otherness and your presence, 

And not knowing what to say, 

Not wanting this moment to ever end 

To ever fade, this moment

Which will never be again, 

I bore her with randomness 

Until she pulls her ears away,

How many directions begin with
Which reminds me
Which reminds me
Which reminds me