from old notebooks

summer


sun catching dust on the window:
the world outside
wrapped in gauze and turned off


powdery jet trails
made my ex-girlfriend
want to do lines in the sky



winter


once for me turquoise
you were swept up by red dust
while I gazed into the snow


judging from
the darkness of my blinds
the sky has gone out


I hit my head on the ice
and the pain left for a spinning world--
lost me in the sparkle of
snow-laden skies



spring


the queen of a rainy country--
I wonder what color
her hair is now


at the back window
a blue bowl in the sink
catching the moonlight


lining up the rug
with the cut of the floorboards
I see the morning sun


rainwater on your postcard
made blue ink run
over my fingers



autumn


the smell of fallen leaves
the autumn after you were gone--
I loved you then