82│spirits to bring along magically and fair

31 October 2008

Once, in the beginning, a collection, fine—
a sad reminder of things to come. Sunshine, first,
then darkness, why
not?

There was beckoning to be sure—

but who’d be doing the beckoning
and who’d be the one beckoned
remained in doubt.

[my shadows]

I speak to you freely. You are mine.

And, surprisingly:

I am a man and a mouse and a room and a sprout and an 8 ball and a falcon and a miser (and a miser).

Trust me when I reach over
and tap you on the shoulder.

We are one in the same I will say.
Hell if we are one in the same.