crying

i spent the morning
reading the texts of the great teachers,
and crying,
tears falling to the opened pages.
Then i got up;
made coffee, went to work,
and left my tears
in the mouths of the flowers

For M 061612

The moth surrenders to the flame. You are the candle, yes, but the flame is love.

Ruminations on Last Saturday

I'm sorry I stared at your legs last Saturday,
while you were explaining to oblivious me,
that you were altering our relationship
(back to "friend").
I wasn't thinking anything lustful, staring at your legs;
just that they were so pale and smooth
(and I am reminded now of William Carlos William's icebox plums).
Your sarcastic comments
went right over my head.
Only a little later, did I get it, and I thought
about that apocryphal line in so many comedy films
in which an ample and well-displayed bosom plays a part:
"My eyes are up here, Roger" (or whomever).

12 words, Unisex Fortune Cookie version 060412

You'll meet that special someone.
Who'll break your heart.
You won't care.