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Can’t Stop Thinking ‘Bout You Saturday, January 19, 2008

Posted by Grace in until the wheels fall off.
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For TM, 11/29/2006. I miss you so.


Your house, 22 miles

Swallowed by flatness

Of fallowed corn fields

Bare of gold light

That saves me in summer

Birds journey across

Far from open water

Graceless like lost tourists

Like me, I cannot find you.

Your house, 13 miles

Little red wagon

skids on icy corners

barely retaining composure

50’s modern, late 1800 limestone

All slapped together

Very few people about

On a cold blustery day

You aren’t here either.

You were never really here

Bright eyes and artist’s hands

Roaming restless, taking you elsewhere

Across that field where we walked

Laughing at our shadows

Mine short, leaning into you

Yours tall, face turned away

To somewhere else

What place holds you now?

Your house, 1 mile

I merge, seek, park

Prepare myself for

Still glass-eyed faces

Returning me to emptiness

Their shadows whisper

Broken promise sorrow

As time and space list

The places you are not.

Song of the Day: Can’t Stop Thinking ‘Bout You – Martin Sexton



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