03-18-2012, 03:59 PM
< quick and silver >
only the first light
finds you quick and silver
for me you are gone
all day afternoons in winter
i wait in shadowed light and
move slightly with frost or not
seeing faces like yours
at tables like mine
giving up food for your look
being stupid in many parts
trying to impress the air
where you used to stand
picture my place
picture your fresh thoughts
next to mine
in the time to come
picture nothing
you're not here
you're quick and silver
you're already in spring
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a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions