Wednesday, February 29, 2012

just friends

we ride bikes home
(west winds blow sand
across cracked pavement)
and you ask,
"can we just be friends?"

i hesitate--
then answer,
"i don't know"

our ride continues in silence
(soft skies bleed gold
over stormy seas)
and another sunset goes unnoticed

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Relentless, satisfying; I had to turn away but couldn't turn it off until after the end.