i caught a whiff
of spring just now
outside the school
in middle march
the breeze is brisk
but it is not cold
there is some snow
still on the ground tho’
yet by nightfall
dark will come the
colder wafts return as
winter breezes back
but in this scent
i do suspect
it won’t be long
the icy, frigid
frost-bound days
aren’t with us
curs’d no more
i once was as the morning
breaking through the night
and singing like the sun
i never reached the mid-day
never noon
my sunset rests
on someone’s dark horizon
go ahead and light those matches
you can burn them all and
all night long to keep from sleeping
short and quick
they’re tossed away
they’re only matches
i need a day
one line left
the closet running
as another line
entered singing
a simple image up
and down
again it comes
and goes
two with-
out one line
both not withstanding
one another
not tolerating
as one line leaves
is one line lost
and now returning
a simple image
up and down
and so again it comes
and goes
They met
They loved
He worked
She drank
They split
Time passed
He retired early
She dried out
More time passed
They met again
They loved again
He worked less
She drank less
They loved more
formed
in flutes
where candles flicker
waxy table tops and wooden chairs
silhouette in blue air
floats
our point of intersection