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[my_window_seat]

Windchime clatter of voices
bespectacled sound fragments
snowglobe glitter of patient time
sifting itself in tired drifts

Blow over, blow over
find the spot you stood on, centered
pass through beaded strands of
conversation to settle here

Catch it on the tip of your tongue
this moment
point of white heat melting
this is where you are

Find one more time
one more time
pocket this for later
take it out

Smooth the creases
scatter half-said words
and push the branches back
this is where I am

This is where you say
I never thought that I would find you
this is where
I catch you as you fall

This is where the voices
part like wedding guests

This is why I answer
when you call

Comments

[viruswshoes.livejournal.com]

I could totally hear this being sung while reading it.
Make a tune for it, I say!

Oh, and excellent imagery; good job! :)

[my-window-seat.livejournal.com]

I wish I could - but I'm so not a musician. :( I'd happily give it to any musician who wanted it, though. Hey, you hear music to it - knock yourself out. :)