Thursday, December 11, 2008

you're so tall
you block my view of the stars
unless I walk ahead of you,
and that's not congruous either

it's so bright outside tonight
the moon almost full
and pushing back her plate

and it's calm
crickets chirp
in time to my
"flip-flop, flip-flop"
and your
"thunk. thunk. thunk. thunk."