Monday, July 21, 2014

fox barks
2 nights in a row

big moons! small foxes!

before dinner in the garden
she saw dust colored birds
moving like brown water among the plants

filming water
salem
calls to me
and allows me to kiss the air beside his cheek like a mother

I walked dusk on sunday
lonely for your simple expression of
presence

I cry in celebration
looking up at the moon