map of the falling sky

she let her hair grow long this year. she wrote poetry without mention of birds or stars.

without using the words: trembling, breaking, fall, or multiply.

we grow up. we grow apart. in winter, in long years we grow out our hair.

we try writing without lies. it's harder. stark. brutal. numbing.

i want to go back. i want another chance to watch you shake

the stars from your hair.

photo 1: cari ann wayman http://www.yyellowbird.blogspot.com/ photo 2: scarabuss http://scarabuss.deviantart.com/