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‘A Good Night Kiss: Ocean Rain (An Open Farewell)’

15 Saturday Jun 2013

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good night, star bright- i think about you all the time

i wish you were near to me because it’s raining

and the rain makes such a lovely hypnotic sound

on the tiles of the roof, the concrete on the porch,

each board in its place in the awning overhang

we’d watch the ripples bloom from the point of impact

on the lake-face, making perfect circular spreads

until each one becomes so thin that it forgets,

dissolves, finally quits to stay its course, save face,

and in so doing to hold but another’s place.

it all goes away in the dimly lighted mist-

illuminated by the row of landscape lights,

each one a japanese lantern in miniature-

i can see your exhalations groan like sad songs,

or old beards of frost hanging from the hoary pines

as you savor the second-to-last cigarette

that still remains in that flimsy purse-weathered pack.

and i suppose i find it beautiful to know

that if only for a quickly fleeting moment

i can see it all around me like a new snow,

and hear the slow and steady calm of your sweet breaths

as the smoke rises skyward in nocturnal plumes,

dissipating into a dark open season,

the fragmented phantoms soon to be forgotten

as easily as all the words we spoke today.

good night my love, my baby, my one and only,

your skin soft and warm like a dream of ocean rain.

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‘The Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy Concert (The Buskirk Chumley Theater, Bloomington)’: A Poem

31 Sunday Mar 2013

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ImageThen as the lights dimmed in the theater

a hush began to fall like a first snow

and silence soft and cool like eiderdown

blanketed us all in every row

As we sat there waiting in the darkness

for the players to emerge from the glow

that lingers like fog when the curtains part

I could not help myself once from stealing

an intermittent glance of your profile

from the safety of my periphery

In all these interminable moments

my heart brimmed with adoration until

it overflowed and made my palms perspire

I longed to reach out for the tiny hand

that you had rested upon your left thigh

to enclose it and clasp it in my own

like a locket hides a wordless promise

but i burned with the question left behind

by every word we’d not yet spoken

or had thought of but swallowed hard to hide

thinking ‘we’ll get around to it…in time’

but we never did and then here am i

wondering to myself ‘have i the right

to even dream of all that skin of yours

i’m swimming in each time i close my eyes

and even when i open them to find

that now every moment of my life

only feels like i’m drowning in your wake

catching fragmented glimmers of your smiles

from below the waves while you pass me by?’

We sat there like tourists among natives

at times chattering away with the air

of insouciant explorers, but at times

eyeing each other through the silent haze

only staggering suspicion sustains

all the while harboring a winsome hope

that the words we were leaving unspoken

would not now and forever want meaning

We were stunned, somehow ashamed that our eyes,

two tiny lights misting like windowpanes,

served as our foremost means of expression

And so we hung our heads abashedly,

stunned schoolchildren flush with embarrassment

caught in the act of uncovering that

It’s for a rare breed to savor silence

So silently we let that remain that

Though this is all I’ve ever thought about

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