This is my late night poem,
written after the dusky pink clouds have faded,
after the half-drunk boy has stopped calling,
after the parents are asleep,
after sense and nonsense are separate entities.
In the haze of a summer night come
epiphanies,
one after another like
jumping fish or
headlights that crash by your eyes.
In the leftover heat of the pavement and
the wet grass and the
twisted sheets
the meaning of life is discovered.
Love is clear and simple,
ripples on the black water,
animal rustlings in the night,
mascara on the pillow.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
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