Friday, November 9, 2012

Just Now

I'm in love

the sky is gray and cluttered
plump lazy rollers
void of direction

like a fat man
climbing stairs

all coming together
to the first warm wind of spring
autumn, too,
knows a little magic

and now, just now
I'm under her spell
so glad to yet, once more,
be touched

the geese beat quickly
the snorting buck ruts
the sweater
is excavated

I'm in love
with you
that understands
and knows

that just now,
this is poem enough