I collect your words
Glue them to spaces in the sky
When it is dark.
Your words are free pieces of you
Hanging under my clouds
I color them shiny colors
I stare at them overnights
Guard them from early morning sun
Afraid that once the sun is up
It will make them dissolve
Into airborne molecules
Taking them back to non-existence
To nothingness, absent for the naked eye
Absurd, for the craving ear
The nothingness they strived to depart.
Poems for Jennifer III - I am very happy to announce the availability of a third book about my wife, Jennifer S. Chesler. They are on sale here from Nickel Hole Press. There are ...
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