817: the world asks to be seen

it frightened me at firstthough I am trying to more succinctly identify my emotionsso maybe it wasn’t a frightening  but a startlingyes that’s itI’ll start again it startled me  at firstthe clink and whir and clunk  just a few yards from my sight dawn...

816: the world asks to be seen

do you sleep with the windows open the breeze swishing the tails of curtains I sleep with the windows open to let the earth say hello to the house that has been built upon its backthank you for that

815: the world asks to be seen

the day wakesa choice is made not by the day mind you  it does what it does no choice in the matterby me  by you  by your neighbor  by the postman  by the person just now walking by on the dawn lit sidewalk  jeans too low   head...

814: the world asks to be seen

sometimes there is nothing or is there birdsong  againswish of tire  againshake and tap of dog  againdistant clink of neighbor’s screendoor   light touch of cloth on chest   slight hint of daybreak again