in the hall
lives concurrent
but not parallel
our paths will never cross
you long-legged lustress
can i smell you?
can i swig your whiskey?
ah, ireland, ireland
so green
was it all a dream?
i saw your patchwork
i pulled you up to my chin
and snuggled underneath-
tucked my heels
up to my buttocks
there now,
sway, sway
"moonshadow, moonshadow"
nov. 2002