Monday, February 18, 2008

water

the waters have grown so shallow,
that all may walk across them,
each of us now worthy of worship.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

far enough

a sound in the sun,
my footprints on the wing.
across the river
i watch the night city button up,
eyeholes of light snuffed out
by blind thumbs and fingers.
all that's left is morning
dashed upon the rocks.
i've run from the crime,
but not far enough.