I miss
the quiet
that you
bring to
my mind
you might
not think
that it’s
very much
but silence
but that
is exactly
the warm
bath that
I need
Such
Sometimes I
wish but
then catch
I hesitate
wishing such
it’s loneliest
then wishing
such things
for such
must never
and then
just turn
into sighs
Why
Pressing freshly laundered
towels against face
listening to ocean
in sea shells
catching snow on
my outstretched tongue
hear a robin’s
song announcing spring
feeling the vines
of your arms
wind around me
these are things
that remind me
of just why
Miss (to Bean)
It’s this
I’ve written
a letter
to you
but
I can’t
find a
stamp which
to post
so
I read
it back
to myself
hoping you’ll
hear
Orange
Oh now
and not
like before
everything that
eyes see
is ablaze
in the
coldest orange
just think
of sherbet
like the
buildings aren’t
majestic enough
the mountains
remind that
they were
here first
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 