We were hiding in the Seattle Delta
No one behind, no one to look
A cathedral ruin, ghosts roaming
We were trapped, entangled between the webs
Their legs glistening like fluorescent lights
Your arms outstretched
Mine always a bit out of reach
Waiting to finally touch
Maybe on a train a year from now
On a long car ride, too many eyes
They stretch and stretch
Tunnel vision, portals closing
Your fingertips, puncture wounds
Caught between 2 time zones
At sundown on a Seattle rooftop.
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 9:35 AM UTC
I opened my eyes on the front porch of my house.
Mosquitoes,crickets singing latest ballads,
And all I could think of was
The connection between my constellation
and yours.
Orion and Lepus look almost intertwined
from down here,
but I know better.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC
I fall in love everyday.
Either on the bus,
Or on the subway.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC