to a friend
Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 7:11 am
The wind came fast from your old city tonight
and swept the leaves of old trees into each other,
had no beginning and no end.
That wind is directing a sail now,
and a broken gull.
It is riding itself through whitecaps
and its curtain of teeth tugs at the hem of the ocean.
I thought I saw you running then-
your fingers made a mess of the stars,
and your were bordering the heavens,
not quite sure of the appeal of the angels.
You've come back with a thread from their garments-
you said you thought they should be naked.
You told them how we took our shirts off in the car
and how the moon made us silver-haired and pale,
the deep shadows just the ash of too many cigarettes.
and swept the leaves of old trees into each other,
had no beginning and no end.
That wind is directing a sail now,
and a broken gull.
It is riding itself through whitecaps
and its curtain of teeth tugs at the hem of the ocean.
I thought I saw you running then-
your fingers made a mess of the stars,
and your were bordering the heavens,
not quite sure of the appeal of the angels.
You've come back with a thread from their garments-
you said you thought they should be naked.
You told them how we took our shirts off in the car
and how the moon made us silver-haired and pale,
the deep shadows just the ash of too many cigarettes.