April 29, 2007
You're so far away you don't feel real. I had a dream where I made of the tectonic majesties a request, that our two countries should hold hands, the Atlantic rendered an awkward pause, the polite distance between wish and fulfillment. The extra water and fishes were sent to the Arctic as apology to the polar bears. Now that we're neighbors I borrow a cup, hips like sugar, hunger like cougar, who knew you were such a hothouse flower, your beauty unsung, your music unrung. More nectar for me, swimming in your symphony. No more Marco Polo, you've found me.