apparition between memory and forgetting

if there are dandelions left

growing in winter

it will certainly be

an all night affair

i said to myself
just as you closed the door...

somewhere between
house and home

some missed destination
between brain and bone

some combination
between nowhere gone
and nowhere to go

comes
in an apparition
a bright leaf
on a once broken bough

somehow
a veined leaf--falls--
an apparition
or a chemical
cloud

a wave or tickle
between memory
& forgetting
calls

an apparition
a face
knowing nothing
and more than that all

a worm of spring
a touch of gold

once a shadow
an apparition
between memory
& forgetting

it could be that
just that
an endless more

between rouge and soot
between the shoe and the boot
it could be that
and nothing more
everything to share

and i said to myself
as you closed the door

if there are dandelions left
growing in winter
it will certainly be
an all night affair

25.1.09
poznan