notes: "on going project"

last night i have discussed
life, coincidencies, affection and love
why my love for you
you free bird
we exchanged thanks and skates,
by the end of the night
i had only one page translated
a smile on my face
and the certainty of loving


Where
Perhaps a woman is waiting for you.
In a turquoise mood. In a yellow car.
In the parking lot of a ghost town.

Where a flock of scarves is turning.
Where it’s sixty degrees inside the idea
and seven o’clock on the last day.

Where the children have misplaced your bones.
Where a glass anvil is falling
through atmospheres of language.

poem: Where
Chad Sweeney