I was just beginning to wonder if I would ever amount to anything when the earth-end of a rainbow fell on my head. I always liked to gamble, so I loved you. You won so many hands that way, until I finally called your sacrifice and raised honesty. You studied your hand and your winnings, then folded. At a distance she seemed as soft as shade and moved with the grace of a river willow.
Poetry is a candle where other lights fail.
But she doesn't understand my dark wanderings. Sometimes I feel like a ghost. She watches me from the balcony like a hungry sparrow eyeing a furry caterpillar. Your smile buries my breath. That's why I look like I just bit off a piece of hurricane.