trampette

strangled thunder and diamond crackles and shatters in the frame of so many windowpanes....we make sure that we align our sounds with those of the platinum dive of lightning, so it can be our secret, and the rain spills into our bedroom floor, soacking the corner of the bed sheet....then afterwards i hold him there - a grown-girl's new teddy bear.

previous days...rains and greys mopping the sky, then the day molts into a beautiful sun and green and windy pale indigo........further in, no recently hatched tears...i entertain my fingers in jewelry and scrapbook collages, then some cooking.....but it's usualy the ghosts of my old selves that puff into a calm facade, stirring a different expression and gesture into being.....i think little of babies, of madonnas, of crosses or vials with perfumed poison....i look ahead, within a week to the moss of florida, savannah, georgia, then the cold water springs and the swim with manatees

one last prayer...let me keep my eyes open, my senses unzipped, my dreams wet....................

countdown: august 2 to sept 5.....boston - to - siena...tick tock, the bunny curls its ears into my chest, this one is not wearing funny man clothes nor sporting a watch, neither is it running away....i've got nothing to fear