Posts on ‘October 8th, 2001’

As one thousand moons
illuminate her skin,
she slow dances with my soul
under the Arizona sunset
that lives in each word she whispers.
An entire season of snowflakes
praises the purity in her eyes
from atop acres of sequoias
that bend to her smile.
And as the hope drips from her
fingertips like honey
I begin to realize
that
she
might
actually
exist.

I am leaving. I will find that spot on that pond where all of this fades into pancakes with made-from-scratch syrup, and you standing tall with your feet locked into the stirrups of your favorite saddle, the wind rushing through your hair as you ride.

The light on my phone at work has been blinking since early Friday morning, and I just don't care.