a book of poems

that she loved wilco and
heather nova- that much is true
and i guess because
(or mostly because)
i'm listening to heather now,
i think of her when i haven't
in so long. not since
that night i came across
her book of poems,
with her note to me
written on the inside page
and how sweet it was in
those days
when everything was crackling
leaves beneath our feet
and smiles passed back
and forth
and some of those moments
were as beautiful as winter.

2004-12-04 | 10:16 p.m.
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