The sky is grey, the air cool
few of my frequent
animal friends are visiting me
at the park today
How does one express
with any words
the knowledge that those
you love so deeply
are the ones who have
betrayed you the most?
When this life ends
I don’t want to be
the five year relationship
in the middle of
another person’s
bio
Instead, crows & jays light
in the trees above, uncertain
about coming near enough to pluck
the corn chip pieces from the ground
To feel love as a protective
force
encircling
bringing me up
but always sitting me down
gently
Ah, such a luxury
I could never afford
here
all is so rushed
beauty forgotten
with the next distraction
It is as though the Northwest
has come for a visit
to bestow upon me knowledge in its
more solemn distant manner
I watch
see the patterns
weaving throughout
the morning’s first hello
the evening’s last kiss
The Layers of Love 