Mesopotamia: New Poems (Sudbury, On.: Your Scrivener Press, 2009): 41-42.
2 won't let me go back to dreaming, 3 so I watch rain falling on the lawn, 4 and your breath is softly syncopated. 5 The air is soft, too, soft as the skin 6 that crafts your ears and delicate 7 as something you might say when 8 your breath is softly syncopated. 9 I imagine you pulling me ahead, 10 grasses parting like a ship at sea, 11 the scent of life rising from the dead 12 and new breath is softly syncopated. 13 Were I capable of being musical 14 I would go to the piano now, 15 let my fingers dignify you in canticle 16 so your breath is is softly syncopated. 17 Between the silent pauses of drops, 18 I raise you in my arms so you can see. 19 Where will we go when it stops 20 and our breath is softly syncopated? 21 We cannot walk yet. No one is awake. 22 The streetlight still glows in daft hope. 23 If this is a day when the heart will break 24 and your breath is softly syncopated 25 to the rhythm of name tags jingling 26 as you turn your head to face 27 the glint of rising sun signaling 28 how our breaths are softly syncopated, 29 we will somehow press on together -- 30 man and man's best friend in an age 31 of hope against hope and hope's weather 32 for life's breath is softly syncopated. 33 As I whisper go, you perk your ears, 34 tilt your head as if you understand. 35 What is the best way to face our fears? 36 Why is breath so softly syncopated? 37 Life's better when we walk or walk it off, 38 stopping to study every something new; 39 everything changes and exhales love 40 and each breath is softly syncopated.
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