Tuesday, December 23, 2008

The Gratitudes

for slender hands, the beautiful shape of solitude
and the center of a catseye, for movie theaters,
for the only blooming thing on a fall-dead tree--so
purple against the dry, for the paint advertisement
that makes him happy, a falling pail of antifreeze and ripe lemons
draping down the brick, three chartreuse cars forever parked
and sacrificed for it,for mood-ring eyes, for raccoons with the moonlight
ever-icing their coats, for the true religion
of icicles, of twilight, for things I didn't know I loved
how many, how much.

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