Nobody's creekbed

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Friday, April 30, 2010

No one was watching you--
You only imagined it so

I saw your handwriting,
And then your hands

Your good ache,
Your laugh,
You in that room,
The dream you were trying to remember

Your mouth to mine
Giving breath,
Lift to heavy chest,

Every letter,
Every friend,
Every lover,
Every end,
The dream you were living

Light as night,
Long as day,

No guard from whom to escape