October 24th, 2001

S&G 1

It's hard to write good poems while on Greyhound... here's an example of such crap as Greyhound ride

Is love between cities
A swelling thing, like a balloon...?
Two hearts, beating as one
During kisses and while apart?

Or is love between cities
Like breath?
Swelling in, yes, while together -
But expelling, fleeing
After goodbyes are spoken?

We cannot know what we want
If we don't know who we are.
We cannot love others
Until we first love ourselves.

Kisses like sunrises,
Caresses like zephyrs.