“Do not be too moral. You may cheat yourself out of much life. Aim above morality. Be not simply good; be good for something.” –Thoreau

18 October 2010

Thinking about Audrey.

VALENTINE



the fish survive under feet
of dark blue ice
                skimmed by anxious blades

perfect frozen roses
locked in bloom
by jealous winter
                tired of brown skeleton trees
                and muddy concrete

everything buttercream-frosted
                dusted with sugar
                melted with salt
cuffs of pants picking up the excess

beds too big
and full of cold spots
                warmed tentatively by
                four bare feet
late sun rises and sets early

long nights of mutual breath

the daylight spent in search of
coffee hand warmers

empty unstretched canvas walkways
                the pale world is too too sweet

and at home
alone

White Rabbit and Tabby Cat touch noses
as if to say
‘I know you’re here
though we may never speak’