I am from trees and flowers in autumn.
Where the cold does not bite but simply
Coats and hugs too tightly
From flashes of color and coloreds
Painted on every street
(We do not know their names, but we know what they mean.)
I am from the future (I do not believe in who I was )
And gatherings I would rather not go to, though I love you.
From forgetting and rebelling and yearning
For Lenore, who
I’ll hold once more
I am from cosmic fireworks.
Some sort of baby shower
Though it’s shallow and void of significance now
(My hair smells like sulfur and banana.) and
I feel the warmth of the sun in no one’s kiss.
Where the cold does not bite but simply
Coats and hugs too tightly
From flashes of color and coloreds
Painted on every street
(We do not know their names, but we know what they mean.)
I am from the future (I do not believe in who I was )
And gatherings I would rather not go to, though I love you.
From forgetting and rebelling and yearning
For Lenore, who
I’ll hold once more
I am from cosmic fireworks.
Some sort of baby shower
Though it’s shallow and void of significance now
(My hair smells like sulfur and banana.) and
I feel the warmth of the sun in no one’s kiss.
