those made days

how it happens, that living thing
where everything comes together
and we are all smiles

these are what makes life:

good coffee sometimes
a cigarette and songs
that keep playing
over and over in your
head or out where
every beautiful moment
slithers out from

these are what makes life:

afternoon laughter
a finger across the shoulder
at just the right time
and maybe more
soon enough

these are what makes life:

morning wood and
sly smiles, the movement of hands
surely soon the breaking of moons.

these are what makes life:

grapes in the mouth
and tea in the pot
liquid satisfaction

these are what makes life:

rocket man to farmhouse
and all the spaces between
your open arms and
wide eyes

these are what makes life:

the texture of rugs
between your toes
and the walking motion
as you move to
and from the door

these are what makes life:

every aching second
that always comes back
to one more phone call
one more sweet smile
one more wasted day

you and me (the world) and the wind that blows us all to pieces.

2008-01-24 | 10:22 a.m.
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