the windows open
to the sound of rain

i hear your voice echo
in the other room

morning begins
with a muted fire

summer lowers
a lingering fire
onto the shoulders
of your rising breath

maybe it's too early
to say
that i don't miss you

a new promise gathers
in the aging west
and i grow tired
of its changing face

i still try
to forget
your name
sometimes

leaves scatter
in the waking night
and wait
for the summer
rain to die

rain again tonight.
light scatters
on the  pavement
like glass

i remember
the broad
curve of the river
keeping time
with the windows
of the train

i watched you
watch the water pass,
one palm curled
around the shadow
of your wrist

i was waiting then, too

you're too
far from me tonight
i watch
a cat walk
a path between
the shifting trees
long tail curling
a question
into the guiding night

snow settles over
the stirring houses

soon
life will pass
from the windows
into the corners
of the street

a hand waits
in the growing cold
blind palm holding
the light
of the setting moon

the mountains
are growing
green again

i know the bend
of your hand now
daylight gathers
into a slow burn
and i am not ready
for sleep