an ordinary day
sucks the dew drenched thumb
poking holes through clear vision
a thousand frozen lakes
5 degrees and falling
heat flows from white vents
blowing candles in the dark
the day slips through my fingers
solid and rocky
I walk along the stiffened grass
pull garbage bins from the road
what are you waiting for?
there is nothing to be found
in the emptiness
I tie a knot in my shoe
the cat plays with a piece of jute
and I stare at the yellow fire
the Ghost Whisperer listens
to the newborn’s eyes
cinnamon and sugar
melt into toasted butter
the postman hops up the steps
wears a worn path across the lawn
an ordinary day
pricks the paper skin
covering my juicy soul
Friday, January 12th, 2007
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