second thoughts
on a winter
afternoon
come to meet you
through every window
in search of the least abandoned
constellation
like purple clouds
on the horizon
pounding
at tempered glass
begging to know
asking,
what do you want
to be
when you grow up?
when we sleep,
where do we
go?
should you die tomorrow,
what will you
miss
the most?
and i answer,
when i grow up,
i want to be
a list
of endless possibilities
when we sleep,
do not disturb
maybe we will wake up
singing
if i should die tomorrow,
i will miss
the particular and ordinary
and before the songs
of night
come to visit
the purple haze
disappearing
behind the frames
of darkness
second thoughts
of a winter’s afternoon
remind me
that
even here,
the magic of this life
shimmers
with lustful wonder
curious
and
penetrating
the magic within
you
shimmers sometimes,
too.
lh
nov 2021
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