There was a jar of milk on the counter
when I woke up
(you were close, but I could not see you,
the milk was frothy, and you had poured it)
and the quiet door
and the sound it usually makes
I remembered all of my dreams.
A stone house shaken by a
A woman who looks like my mother
taking her rings off in the
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd something not-mine that I love:
Excerpts from Your Time Has Come
by Joshua Beckman
A new boat sleeps in that place
The current there must be mild.
To watch you open
and to know you'll open and close again.
All is flora.
It felt so good
to get my sunburn,
but now I've got it.
Flying a kite
off his roof--
I'm worried he'll fall.