The crows didn't move

as the cars passed. They just kept

eating the opossum. 

The yellow leaves fell 
around them as they lay in 
the sun. Oh, sweet them.

The moon looks so close
I could touch it, but I can't
and so I just look.

The winds blew her hair.
The sunlight shone on her face.
The earth made her way.

My grandfather dug 
a hole, planted a start and 
called it "Michelle's Tree".

Thinking all I 
needed was the trees, a river 
and a great big sky.

I want a Sunday
laying in bed with you, my 
head on your shoulder.

It's all around me.
From the sun that I embrace 
to the air I breathe.

From her car to her 
toes, her heart to her hair, that
one's got it. She's it.

I like walking in 

the shade in the summer and 

in autumn the sun.

You don't need to 
believe in something to be good.
Just believe you are.

I dreamt of you all

night and, in this dim light, I'm 

dreaming of you still.

"Crazy has places 
to hide in that are deeper 
than any goodbye."
                 -Leonard Cohen

I always mean to 
take a picture where the phone 
wires meet, but I haven't.

It felt swept away 
and lay there on the floor as 
I gazed upon it. 

I'd never understood
the park bench 'til I saw the
world in which it lived.

She pulled the glove 
onto her hand slowly, but not
so that it took long.

I feel inspired and 
I want to walk. Walk from this 
shore to the other.

The night is cold. Our
bodies snuggle into warm.
The morning is far.