4/26/09

i am sitting in the center of the quad
with the poetry readers.

men who look like women
stripes, florals
belts, brims
skip past me arm in arm...

the hare hare krishna play bells,
pass out cookies...
they're robes struggle to be liberated
in the wind.

the slackliners
(not tight-rope walkers, not slack-trappers)
balance carefully.
the whole lawn holds its breath.
do
not
fall.

guitars, so many, ring out
-praise
-battle songs
-a little love

groups cluster, everywhere,
studying, laughing, writing, kissing,
pie-ing each other in the face...

what the hell is going on???













[brothers]

4/23/09

if i saw you...
in this place you will never be...
i would tell you.
i am sorry.
everything in it's place.
you're gifts will not be a waste.

i am outliving this spell.
what a magical spell.
everything there was so much stronger.

in a distant land, things really happened.
i was your blank page.
and your colors.
and your ink.

you were my cocoon.
i wrapped myself in your soft layers.
a log added to the fire was a string plucked by calloused fingers.
gold strands fell softly.
we were here.

this place is a category i can fit you into.
in another time,
it was a sidenote.
it was a distraction.
it was a magnet.
it was a roadblock.

now, it branches...
leads somewhere new.
it is a path.
open.
i have taken it...
young and curious.
and it has become more and more concrete.

if i saw you,
i would weep.
i would rejoice.
i imagine i see you everywhere.
a million you's.

on bikes,
in skirts,
talking on benches overlooking valleys,

i said i would return,
with a year gone by,
i still mean it.

if i saw you,
my arms would hang around your neck.
and i would thank you for finally meeting me...
where i am.

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