passingI'm only seeing the thingsMore Like This
I've always seen.
one beautiful woman in high-waisted white shorts
reading a book
black darts of crows
divebombing my neighbor's house.
my old friend in the passenger seat
one drunk in front of us
this next part
I want to gloss over:
we are older, we are older.
the tiny houses of our bodies.
one woman is now a cottage on the shore.
my death is nowhere
the ocean has ceased we can float on the salt.
there is something strong enough to cast the necessary light
and I feel as though I'm a part of it.
no bigger than your thumb
the walls painted in crow.
nothing has died yet but I promise it will.
I see my yesterday as I have always seen it-
a spent candle.
have you seen my light