I remember you as
a face without
eyes or mouth
I remember you without
lips

I am a ghost
passing thru
unusual places:
offices, islands, hotel
rooms,I am
a blessing
in disguise

walking last night:
we’re in a changing season
buds on the trees, things
being born, things
being catapulted
forth

you have no eyes
or mouth in my
memory

my heart says
to forget your unseeing
unspeakingness
but you pluck
me from the riverside
at spring time