Monday, August 31, 2015

STANDARD OPERATING PROCEDURE

In the new morning,
when last 
night's chilly fog—which 

had closed around us, so thick-
and snug-
ly, and emboldened

by that very full moon,
huge 
and cold and low—

finally dissipated;
chased out
of sight now, by faint and unusually 

ordinary gray light,
stretching,
and testing, and snapping it's new tendrils,

and caressing the concrete-
colored planks of
bad wood outside the upstairs window;

then—
and only then, and only with a very bitter-
sweetly 

faint kind 
of certainly—did I truly feel 
that I knew

for sure what it could mean to me—and how 
beautiful! and important it could be
that you 

hadn't seen any of this with me. That you
simply must still be there—
downstairs 

somewhere, very 
separate from me—probably underneath 
our soft brown blanket, still sleeping.

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