Friday, January 14, 2011

Circles

An expected sun falls
on the same horizon
that held the first man,
and soon,
the last.

Time, in its rotation,
has forgotten me.
And so I,
being of sound mind and body,
allow myself to be lost
within its grid.

Friday, January 7, 2011

...And (pt. ?)

And there is always,
and has always been,
some chaotic dream
of Spring in my head.