1
Casual social chitchat:
such words work their way
into my life like dreams,
wisps of possibility
never there.
2
Patterns in an eddy’s swirl,
chance hallway meetings:
Laocoön’s stone snakes slide
between a meaning only
I can see.
3
A cold front pushing swiftly
past the river’s trees
tosses humidity
like leaves where I stand thinking
about her.
4
Smoke snakes into the night sky
like a strand of hair
hanging over your eye
which I wish to move aside,
but cannot.
5
Crossing borders is often
difficult: language
shimmers into language;
voices speaking to no one,
just echoes.
(September 2010)
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