It rains in my head
on Thursdays
the cool drops intoxicate senses -
wash away
guilt
that peels
edges up
I tell myself
one foot in front of the other
with acceptance
of getting over you pressed into each step
so let me pretend
I’ll move on
instead of remaining a trickle
along blue-backbone
a shadow of doubt
that kills me softly
in the scatter of light
you told me once
a tiny grain of sand
forms a pearl
if circumstances are just right
a thought covered by
dream-dust
that sparkled like your eyes
in early morning
we tamed a song -
silver sounds
never intended for use
it made us feel important
in that space of time where you had
too much promise
now dandelions bring me comfort
for some odd reason
- so totally unexplainable
and I felt you today
in a reverse reflection
along frayed nerves
like late night cravings
constant
but never satisfied
9/26/08
Bronze trophy winner
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