4.01.2021

hundreds have passed through unnoticed and others have almost burned us down

Some people move through your life 
like the perfume of peonies, heavy 
and sensual and lingering. 
 
Some people move through your life 
like the sweet musky scent of cosmos 
so delicate if you sniff twice, it’s gone. 
 
Some people occupy your life 
like moving men who cart off 
couches, pianos and break dishes. 
 
Some people touch you so lightly you 
are not sure it happened. Others leave 
you flat with footprints on your chest. 
 
Some are like those fall warblers 
you can’t tell from each other even 
though you search Petersen’s. 
 
Some come down hard on you like 
a striking falcon and the scars remain 
and you are forever wary of the sky. 
 
We all are waiting rooms at bus 
stations where hundreds have passed 
through unnoticed and others 
 
have almost burned us down 
and others have left us clean and new 
and others have just moved in. 

listen to it here
 

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