Wednesday, September 28, 2011


The things I think when I don't know what to think, and some of my old thoughts all over again:

I am looking for something simple and small
something priceless to fit inside my hand
like a heartbeat or a breath

I want something smooth on my skin
I want the whole world in a moment
just like a kiss, a real kiss

Cruel like the end of happiness I watch summer pass
I am looking for something simple and small
like secrets that started as whispers
that I've worried into pearls

Leaves are falling and I look for patterns in my words
I watch September's light fade
and notice all my butterflies are gone

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Lily and I sit here in the basement while the other dogs sleep and listen to a mouse nibble in the shadows.

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