In my geographic corner, where it rains most often,
when it does not, I remember you
on the face of the rocks, lightfooted on the oracles
amongst the bobcats and the butterflies
and the sunshowers like curtains from real.
Years ago, but minutes; miles, no—
I cannot deny the miles.
I open my window on this spring morning and I
taste Delphi in the air, and you,
you everywhere.
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 4:49 PM UTC
In my geographic corner, where it rains most often,
when it does not, I remember you
on the face of the rocks, lightfooted on the oracles
amongst the bobcats and the butterflies
and the sunshowers like curtains from real.
Years ago, but minutes; miles, no—
I cannot deny the miles.
I open my window on this spring morning and I
taste Delphi in the air, and you,
you everywhere.