Apple

yesterday was one more on the boards,
with a sigh and little sharp
breaths, keep it down

under there somewhere. and i'll wander
through my head, closets full to their
brims
with paper trails and yesterdays,
and i do if you don't, remember which clouds to chase.

but it never was the fuzz and umbilicals that came between us,
was it?

so i'm gazing at the screen, tipsy at the propostion
of credit where credit is due. gazing at the screen,
black and white meets color all the time.


"Roses are planted where thorns grow,/And on the barren heath/ sing the honey bees."

"butterflies don't belong in nets.."

"it was the loudest sound...."