4/21/10

Destinations

and
the wealth of distance
in between

our destiny of footfalls
let me
heal those words:
“footfalls,”
“destiny,”
“hour.”

caring hands
forgiveness to muscle groups
that scent and
sugar-wet feel
of oil eucalyptus.
i never felt it while i lay
then when outside, in French-bread sunshine
the city
buildings consorted with me
their roars a hint
less threatening.

and
the trouble with destinations
is.