green were corners                              in the imagination house -                  &nb

there were dark corners in the houseimagination left to green trees and new gamesthe whiteness and fragility were curtainsstunned by freedom ---- so what!we are strangers - nevermind voiceson the phone, nevermindhow I cared for you on the riverbankfo

day raises a threatening fist -under the lamp, night weighs nothingfingers won't open & cutshadows away     to writeis to weep not die, your shadowsword me in time, leave last lineson my pillow~by kerri & pj

Sunsets as cannonballsor cantaloupeseach time I pass your windowI hear trumpets and clarinetsI hear the boy in the backgroundplaying harmonicabut his breaths are shallowand the band goes on without himA rock smashes river torrentsthat she doesn't

little trees laying downlisten to little leaves layingthe last note on Sundaythe black quarternotesalting Saturday       little leaves are listeningto the last black Saturdaybranches, little though they arethey have

his umbrella is a brown sunflowerover the tracks         the few lone penniesfrom his pocket he plantson curbstones - they pencil notesbehind the cloud of my facethe morning sets birds    &n

strings of lightfrom houses in the rainlast lines of night

we had ten words together; I saw letters and civilities changing hands, what I could have had glimmering above me          when I rememberedwhere I was, a peace of mind     th