Author Archives: Pasquale

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Cabin full of books

I expected less masking

We are in the air

Which Way Western Man – June 24’

August

The ice cream truck’s song

Accompanied by crickets

Bare feet, damp cement

Abode

There’s a concert on the roof of my house,

And a draft coming under the wood.

The light in the far room flickers,

Moths bounce off the mirror.

I loose sight in the steam,

I’m drawing a picture.

The loud fan is off,

Sweat beads.

The queen,

Sleeps.

Canyon

Seeing aloneness

My fire never burned out

Blowing on embers

Ogden, Utah

Integration

I’m cold and naked

In Remembrance of Me, The

I’m full of flowers

St. Francis Garden

Pink

I see her in the evening

the sunsets’ pink and white.

She’s wrapped around my night stand

my phone plugged in at night.

I’ve seen her in my dreams

even though I wake alone.

My fingers go on searching

for the hands I did not own.

She’d love my mothers’ sweaters

the one’s she’ll never see.

I kept all my groomed features

in remembrance of We.

My bootstraps they’re all hidden

her denim fits me well.

I focus on my breathing

and the soil that I’ll sell.

I’ve remembered to say thank you

and smile at the park.

I hope she’ll be aware of things

left hidden in the dark.

–

For C.G.

Well

I’ll race you

to the bottom

of Love’s well.

Last one there

helped the other

succeed.

–

For C.G.