March 24, 2007

once in a while, 
i wake up on
a saturday morning
spring stretches
her arms over
the horizon,
yawning with sunlight.
it doesn’t seem 
right, to waste
today writing papers

[not raining]
on my blue carpeting
the music is good;
dancing mostly
naked, appreciating
the way 
kisses my shoulder
touches my knee

i feel ready
for anything
like all the pieces are
in the right places
at least for the moment.

i am not so sure.


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