Friday, March 27, 2009

log cabins

"Sometimes we remember that moment
you stood there attentive with clothespins" - Gary Snyder (don't remember the poem)

The dreams he used to have
never involved her
but the outline of her
soft curves, the nape of a neck
broken twice perhaps, bent
out of shape and pushed back,
like waking from a dream,
and the skeleton of laughter
on a balcony, bare feet;
sometimes we remember that moment

that never existed, that drew
itself like a masterpiece
inside our minds and stayed there,
the lengths of wood in a forest,
midnights spent in a place
where time stands still,
aprons worn with nothing underneath
and the ties undone,
laundry coming out of a basket,
her standing there attentive with clothespins.

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