Friday, January 2, 2009

Where Are You

I wish that you would haunt me

toss an unsuspecting tea cup

or pull at my heel as i leave a room.

I awoke this morning with

leaves and smoke in my hair

a phantom braid.

Pull with your slender fingers

the tangents of my dreams.

Weave me a nest of memory

somewhere to place my tired heart.

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