you creep into my poems
and tread the borders
of my psyche.
your familiar scent:
brushfire on highways,
the haint confusion
of manna and falling birds.
I would write I love you,
but that does not conjure you
*I'm participating in Novpad with a few modifications.
1)I'll probably only participate Monday - Friday.
2) My focus is on revising poems rather than creating new ones.
3) I will add new poems.
4) My goal is to stop the bad habit of writing poems that stay in my notebook never to be published.
5) I'm using novpad to practice self-editing so I can send these off to markets.