the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

A Crutch for the Sun

Anxiety is dark trees and rocky cascades,
Mix tapes played backwards to get back what I gave.
This is mirrors and molasses
Your sundress and my glasses that you thought were cool,
So I never wore them again.
I never want this to get old,
Let it warm you when it's colder.
You have every pedal to shed,
Each one you let go is most certainly red
And returned like a handkerchief
That briefly decorates the sidewalk.
I lay this head to listen for something concrete to dream on,
The summer chalk makes flower beds
For the one it's found to lean on.

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