hide and seek.

Stranger's backyard, unfamiliar
plum tree. Blossoms, floating in the wind. You
and the night's stars, my anchor.

february.

metal kitchen sink
open window; close, dense heat
distance, between us

the buzz surounds.

photo © rich74 on flickr.

Somewhere in this vast and
impenetrable night: a light,

switched on, a room filled
with the dull hum of a a

refrigerator. You, asleep on
the kitchen table, cloaked

in uneasy dream, awaiting a
call that will never come.