Language

so much is said
by a cold kitchen floor
and the quiet late light
on a stainless sink

just in the other room
or a thousand miles away

like finding a lover's letter
or the change in your voice
as you look away
and I run headlong
into heartbreak's arms
seeing the end of salad days

and another fresh pile of aluminum cans
and cigarette butts.

dm
5/15/2009