become translucent as they die
which is also beautiful
the unfolding spring contains
few surprises but many delights
in coming in from the weather
you find yourself drenched
that’s nostalgia for you
during the next thunderstorm
we will open all the windows
and make love
when the clocks break down
it’s not at the same time
the pattern is easy to see
from across the room
but up close all i notice is
the dust motes in the light
