January 10, 2010

Good Night

On a breezy day in May,
a boat heads to some exotic location.

A clock starts ticking in Asia,
children count days and hours.

Someone awaits you.
Adieu


Hunters Lane

[To] sort through old newspapers, enveloped letters,
[To] read a poem, or two, or six,
[To] pass by an airport, a bridge,
[To] wish for a different ending, somewhat divine,
[To] wake up looking for the rain
to love you; to be in love with you.