the spy glass

here we have a new friend
here we see him following her
all over the park
across the pond he leads her
to a sinisterly romantic spot
whoops, we lost sight of them
a tree blocks our view
oh, here they are again
talking and laughing and smiling
there they are on the bridge
see, she found a feather
watch as she holds that feather preciously
now she haphazardly drops it into the pond
see her look for it in the water
oh no, she can't see it
it floated down, directly beneath the bridge
there they are, talking and laughing
talking about nothing
nothing at all
here they stand, so closely
one to the other
see her look into the pond
so many moments later
now they point to the little feather
laughing as it floats so far away

The Strong Train

I'm in a tunnel in the subway on a train in Chicago in the place I most want to be
He has my hand and my mind is numb from thinking
I found a portal to a prayer which will bring me happy thoughts on wet days
The sun stayed with us through the day though weathermen predicted otherwise
His kisses leave me feeling at once the greatest joy and the deepest sadness
I left the house in best of health and came back with a heart condition

The Osbick Bird

If anyone even reads this blog...
Check out "The Osbick Bird" by Edward Gorey.
It's the most wonderful thing I've ever read.

Home

Home and dry
Is the feeling I get
When I'm
In your arms
And it's like I'm being sent
To the sky
So take me there
And I never want to be
Anywhere