Kathy

It’s hard to measure distance, looking down a bottle of beer, what you think is crystal, the tremble in your bones, a river washes clear, a time to be explored, will he be coming home, talks we had last winter, hawks hunt on the weir, don't make me bitter, fast tides on the roll, are you my lover freer somewhere close but alone, when I say it’s finished, heart and eyes in tears, please don't ask penance, in your faded clothes. silver cups my ears, a memory in each zone, your eyes like an infant a trapeze of wasted years,, I record such fastness, all for listing fear