Monday, January 7, 2013


I imagine this moment
where I see you on a street corner
And the world shifts.
Plate tectonics have nothing on us
And I have to find a tree to hold on to
for dear life.
Like Salamanca
I think I can kiss something alive--
Something like
The universe.
You know,
The one calling to me
From the palm of your hand.

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