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Friday, May 27, 2005

Van Winkles

i smiled at the kings of sorrow and felt my face crack as they reached to touch me. so i went to seek comfort from a sunflower. but i couldn't find her among the dying queens in their green cloaks or among their radiant daughters in green woolen turtlenecks.

so i dug me a hole beneath them where i laid waiting for you. and i closed my eyes, intending to wake up fifty years later--a Rita Van Winkle--to find you breathing beside me with a soft muzzle of white and a grand crown made of clouds. i dreamt that you would smell just like the sky as you always do and that we would wake up fearless as a doomed star. but i woke up to find a new day; to find that i am still a foal and you still far away.

Posted by NHJ 5/27/2005 08:28:00 pm