winter comes
as much as i despise winter
(just like the next guy, and the third)
i feel, in the weirdest fashion,
akin to him
there's this understanding; mutual
respect, even reverance
when i step outside in the morning
every morning
it feels as if we're starting a
conversation and it's comfortable
no awkward pauses or nervous slips
we have all the time in the world
if something's left unsaid in april
it comes back in octobe