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Far away so close

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For Chelsea

We looked for you in winter.
Grew ghosts from our lungs,
searched their eyes for your reflection,
watched them shake.
Released them from our
mouths, silent
into the cold night.

We looked for you in winter, in
hard earth,
held each sugar-glazed blade of grass,
red daisy red rose
touched the sharp end of each burr and
thorn. Searched water-webs stretched across
windshields, for your voice.

Meditated in moonlight pools on slick
asphalt parking lots
endless stretches of lonely
highways snaking
east west north south.
Bathed in
tangerine.
Brighter
Venus.

We looked for you in winter.
Opened every
booming back door to every party you ever
played.
Under every key.
Saline and
champagne bubbles,
calling calling.

We looked for you.
Draped San Francisco around our
shoulders, held
Oakland
across our
elbows. Fairfax falling to our
feet.
Fog like feathers.

All winter we
watched
sky
crystalize
against the
open window at the
foot of your
bed. We saw you,
fleeting,
blinking back
hazel and strong. Your
glow
caresses our quaking eyelids.

We looked for you all winter. Saw
platinum flash in the corners of our eyes
never
stayed
still. Never stayed
in one place
long enough for
us
to call and feel and catch
you.

We looked for you in winter.
Thought we saw you swimming, splashing, in
awe of what you made.
Dove at the Pacific
realized as we crashed that it was
ice. We looked for you in winter
ran so wild at waves they splintered
scaled craggy pyramids,
soles slipping,
shaking
sand dollars loose (neon blinking)
like we hit three cherries.

We looked for you on New Year’s Eve.
Under glitter disco galaxies
astrally-projected from
Berlin and
Tokyo
at the same time.

We shifted feet on the empty dance floor
sipping champagne watching our watches waiting
for
you
to
pour
water
from
your
hands.

We looked for you in winter. We looked for you all winter.

Rain washed fingerprints.
Washed away blue glitter you
tossed in your
wake
blue glitter wave
follows you through
every
doorway
like a puppy
because you’re it’s
moon.

(Illuminate our faces with blue light.
We feel flushed but we still can’t find you
because you won’t stop spinning.)

When spring came you pinched the
foamy tide
one soft edge in each hand
pulled the great Pacific
toward you like a
thick, grey
blanket.

In spring you
glow
against earth.
Melt
into rain.

We raise our faces,
burrow deep.

We find you in spring find you
pouring from fertile dirt and
constellations.

Green and nimble
between
fingers toes. Lines that snake across our palms
we feel you here.

We find you pulling stars and satellites
aching cirrus clouds
across our small vast
milky
sky. Across the ceiling while we sleep.

A note/a key/your voice.
All the songs you’re writing now.

We looked for you in winter.
We found you
spring.


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