You found a place
where I wasn't me
you shut your eyes
and you could see.....
an apple all alone,
bears being bad,
computers cooking cakes,
dogs drawing dad.
by Joseph FasanoYou’ve seen them in the deep sleep
of the season: figures sitting in a garden,
light on their faces as you enter.
Has it been years? It’s been years.
You lie in the light of morning, thinking
the heart ...