Against the Concrete
Those clouds you saw yesterday
were they real?
did they truly float across
or was that dead red a silken drapery
tied around the sky like breath?
Where was your last spring taken?
Did it bloom?
How long
Was the wait for the bus,
-The dandelion smile,
The blue rains shaking trees-
How long did they last?
From my burning window I can hold the bars
light drops suspended on crooked nails.
From my burning window you said you saw the stars
From my burning window you brought down my hair
And tied it around your neck
Placed my emblem on your chest
And in a spiral fell flat against the concrete
The stars you saw yesterday
Did they look like clouds fogging up the ceiling?
Or was the dead red a portrait on your wall
A small investment of your talent;
The carving on your palm?
The clouds you said you saw yesterday
Are they coming, will they be here soon?
They carry your eyes
hover like birds above my head
and keep me awake at nights
To remind me
To make me remember
But I don’t remember when you came here
Or how I found out your name
Where I first saw you
What light fell on your shivering skin
Yet I held your voice in my head as company
Coiled around myself and fell flat against the concrete
When you saw the red clouds
And I lost my sense of touch.
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