karen 2013

Lime green and white balloons
Still fly in the air from my front gates. Strange the science of it as I would 
expect helium to have deflated in the cold....

Snow frosts cars and quiet side streets that speak of weather too cold....

A passerbyer enlightens the hologens which I usually don't notice 
I notice everything now...

The hmm of the blowing of the air heat and the small click of the old iron 
radiators that weigh a ton...

I notice the sunlight 
Across the street
On the footstool of the church
And I want to stand in it and
Say, here I am....

And I want to skip, and smile and hold hands and I want to be naked and laughing 
and swimming.....
And I want to sled down cedar hill.
And ride my bike to my favorite spot and see the weeping willow....