i put my night in the machine
like a token-- tell my head
to replay your fingers against
my arm. i'm made nothing but
a conduit for mornings
& here i am now
standing in my backyard
movie projectoring an afternoon
over & over.
i want you closer than any doorway.
above, a flock of geese chatter
& i tell them i am falling in love
with your voice. they squawk
& talk about salvation. they are
returning after a long winter.
they are flying in an arrow pointing
towards the mountain. i tell them
to make sure they rest soon.
in this blue dawn i'm wishing
over & over that i had met you sooner.
i ask: what about january?
what about november?
each season brings their certain ghosts.
spring has never retrieved me like this.
dew damp against my feet. daffodils
turning telephone & ringing.
tell me, when will i see you again?
when will i see you again?
for each hour i'm
hunting dandelions to sustain
the bright you left me.