present sentiments / future meetings

i go to bed in los angeles thinking

about you.

-richard brautigan

return the stones that line the riverbeds, recover the rocks that punctuate the landscape, disassemble the sticks that lead the way from me to you.

reason to finally pierce my ears -

dear montreal: please try to understand.

possibly


to wake and find you sitting up in bed
with your black hair and your gold skin
leaning against the white wall
a perfect slant of sunlight slashed 
across your chest as if god
were rembrandt or ingmar bergman
but luckily its too early to go to the movies
and all the museums are closed on tuesday
anyway i'd rather be here with you
than in new york or possibly amsterdam
with our eyes and lips and legs and bellies
and the sun as big as a house in the sky
and five minutes left before the world begins.


-leslea newman