Sometimes, I like life....

I've long
spent my days
rollicking
hard broken
parking lots
and diners
with no air
learning the
desert landscape
with my feet
and it's dust
with my face

my nights
enclosed
the glow of
a scented candle
no different
to me
than that
of a stale
computer screen

and something passed
since meeting you

and now in daylight
I might find myself
thumbing Cummings
in the book store
watching wildflowers
growing and swaying
in the Nevada breezes
on the street sides
or
writing poetry
my back
against a
lamp post

and now, at night
tossing
restless
smiling
falling
and dreaming
only
of
you.

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