5.28.2010

northridge public manors


this chair fills the empty room
            with noises of wood on wood

while you wait for summer to
            begin the room becomes brighter
            with each passing hour

it is now so bright that the chair
            seems to be missing

I yearn for the cool damp night
            breeze instead of this body
            piercing extreme heat that I
            am not yet accustomed to

the room dims and I can see
            the chair but you sit there
            peacefully ignoring me

I am the night
            you are the day

there is no way
            we will live in
            harmony together

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