Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Resource Withdraw

1. Earth
I come behind
like the leaf after the color,
like the child after the mother.
I get the remainder,
the left-over life-blood,
the note between the lines,
the sigh,
and the headaches.
I come behind
like the hand behind the wrist,
like the chair beside the first.
I sink down beside your schedule,
beside your study stimuli
and shiver and
count the distance between.
I come behind
like the lights after nightfall,
like the shower after the comet -
I watch you going ahead.

2. Space
I'm on the periphery,
the rings of Saturn,
floating with the other
particles of dust.
It seems far away,
the glow, the warmth
of the planet,
your smile.

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