Friday, May 08, 2009

cmxxxviii

I would like a little of the
sunlight to come over me
here on this bench, spectral
me.   I shot through the St.
Francis a minute ago to
see a little bit of the blue
ocean, its blue a bit Mex
ican, not like what you
might usually call the
stormy blue sea.   I see
someone I’d like, but
he’s not blue.   My
glimpse was enough,
however.   I must have
really been in Mexico.
Yes, my spirit got
caught in a loop and I
nearly lost myself.
Yet here I still am
indecipherable on
this chilly bench next
to the azaleas the
birds hide in to keep
themselves from the
city for just a minute
before stretching to
the west, losing our
shadow in migration.