That Tree

That Tree

I think if we lived to a million we would know it.
Not much different looking than the others, but
it's the feeling.

The knowing that of all these, it was this one
holding the back of your head, that night.
That first kiss.

c. Ciprianowords, Inc. 2010

Between One and Two

Between One and Two

To do this on a lunch break -- it's Hoover Dam
functional on Tuesday, first blast after the weekend.
But it's what we've got, so look at me. Look

with your eyes closed. I will hold your hand, so
thankful to you, for keeping yours there, in mine.
Now listen to what is passing, without words.

To achieve it on a lunch break. I will take this.
Listen to the electricity telling you that we are
a complete, mathematical number that does not exist.

c. Ciprianowords, Inc. 2010

Beckonings

Beckonings

I've lived a life of simple excitements.
Walked streets where a low branch
struck me in the hair. No obstruction,
a beckoning.

Have heard drops, looking up.
Icicles, for the life of them, struggling
to be what they are, in the sun
melt.

Leaves and water droplets. Hopping
birds, grey as mud. In a perfect world
this hunter after waiting forever lowers
a rifle.

And a deer, fawn beside, munches
chlorophyll. There I am, using past tense
in the first sentence. Knowing it
now.

c. Ciprianowords, Inc. 2010