Saturday, January 23, 2010

high and dry







and then you said,
"how do you keep your feet on the ground?"
looking at you, as you flew,
it never occurred to me to join you -
the structure of your sky
was watery, obscure,
and your eyes hid the tops of the clouds.
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I leaned forward
so that the leaves of the plastic plant
hid your face from me;
and didn't tell you
of the desert and the bedouins -
the camels and scorpions
the vastness
the dryness.

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and as you went
away from me, I flew away
to the heat and the bright light;
back to my sky, and the
high and dry.