you also suffer from the blindness of poets!

thoughts of you folded in and out of my origami-ed mind

late afternoon when the storm clouds came 

down to lick the tar like surface of the sea. 

the world slowly unbraided itself for us -

sugar cubes slipping out of her hair,

the earth fluttered against my soul.

it was all you. 

only you could find the catastrophe of 

my personality beautiful and modern.

you looked at me like a french word. 

the one for nursery.

the one for rain.