Evening Smoke

Think­ing slowly while car lights
open up the sway­ing boughs -
& win­dows down -
we breath the dis­tance in.


Quiet desit­in­a­tions on low lit porches
listen­ing to the walk­ing voices.
The wind brings our thoughts back in
from where they won­der around
the world from our windows.


Thought shad­ows.
Wax and wane as everything stays the same.
We fin­ish in wed­nes­day and
Start again on Monday.


I want this moment to
be forever like peel­ing paint.
I want this moment to
be forever like I can feel everything.


–New­castle 2010

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