Your Words

Your letters undulate from big to small, small to big, like waves of light like live ionized hyperactive subatomic particles struck by energy unbounded by any wall that every creature of the day knows, dazzling, yes, and slippery and elusive and free like children out on a springsummerautumnwhitesnowy day, free, free, free like fire, like air, like rain, like stars, like wildflowers, like dreams.

The most beautiful things in life are those that are beyond our grasp.

Good Night

It's
those tiny water droplets that stream on glass panes, on windows in houses on cabs, on eyeglasses (if you're wearing them when it rains and you're outside, on the street, walking and you don't have a clue why), it's those salt-tasting droplets that crawl across the glass of your eyes, that make those circles of light like tiny rainbows when you close your eyes to hold in a pretty warm dream on this cold
dreary rainy
night.

10/28/07