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– for maricel
sunlight falls
on a distant shore
i am not yet conscious
but soon i’ll sail again
(my lonely sea)
on a distant shore
i am not yet conscious
but soon i’ll sail again
(my lonely sea)
monday morning ritual
list: winter rain
ivory porcelain
rustling books
droplets stop and stream
flat stones
coffee window
croissants
fashionable expressions
enter and exit
i watch the door sweeping
worries back and forth
nouveau baguettes
stacked and smiling
bakery sounds bustle
hot and pleasant
through the wall
i am sailing
this coffee house
without a rudder
even the sidewalk
is an eternity
and it’s three thousand miles
to cross the street
to see her
on the sunny side
-February 1999/August 2007