Saturday, February 4, 2012


today's new light is watching
me as I inhale vapors grander
than they could ever hoped to taste

these dark grains remember fingers
plucking them off to holiday
full of gentle baths and sprawling in the sun

darkened and startled  from sleep by the
sharp burr of dawn, one last hot shower
as your spirit fogs my window

this was your last sunrise with
goodbye's upon my lips, aroma in my head
your ashes in the knock box