From my window 
every single morning 
I see the 
supermarket produce section 
in the front 
is green broccoli 
stalks popping up 
further back potatoes 
behaving like buildings 
beyond that charcoal 
briquettes stacked high 
and on top 
one white row
of early summer 
squash not yet
ripe but soon
a city’s cornucopia 
prime for picking 

People return 
like swallows
they do 
having been 
then gone 
and back
like oars
they row
pushing pulling 
always moving 
along until 
at last 
they tire 
and return 
no more 
making one 
near or
far wonder 
when again 
if again 
never again 

When I am 
full with love 
it spills over 
and makes everything 
wet with dew
like heavy laden 
blossoms that bend
from the night’s 
chill that collected 
like little puddles 
on little petals 
that then sprinkle 
once shook plucked 
or played upon 
the beauty therein 
dancing like little 
diamonds about the 
neck of a 
girl on her 
way to dance 

Let me imagine 
you for not
yet have I
had the pleasure 
but thought I
have and dreamed
dreams of you 
you being many
yet you all
being the same 
for I don’t 
think that love 
sees but feels
its way around 
and when it 
happens upon same 
it settles down 
for a nap 
this is how 
I imagine you 

When I 
do I 
will treat 
you like 
a present 
given me 
unwrapping your 
ribbon delicately 
removing your 
wrapping slowly 
as not
to tear 
and there
once opened 
I will 
gaze before 
ever touching 
because I 
want to 
memorize you 
like that
like then
like forever