Kitchen table piled with clutter Loose thoughts, loose threads One room merges with another In our hearts, in our heads Notebook to an empty page Acid-free archival grade
Studios in Brooklyn and in Venice LAX, JFK Stories from our time in Paris Dans le Cœur du Marais
Dreams that want to be set down In charcoal, in graphite I fill in the shapes but leave the edges white Don’t you worry, it’s just a pencil sketch tonight
Scattered toys and steaming pots See her crawling at last Your fingers pressing on that spot In the small of your back Creases ’round your eyes and mouth When you smile down
Flocks of geese in ribbons bending south I shade in the night fall The sound of you singing to her down the hall But don’t you worry, it’s just a pencil sketch, that’s all
You don’t have to be part of this picture Maybe someone else’s face could fit here I could take the nub of this eraser Crumple paper, start anew But not ’til you tell me to
Sunlight melting, river glints Bodies framed in faded chairs Lime and sugar, sprig of mint Made the same for fifty years An easy silence floating between our two mason jars Oh, sometimes when you look at me I can see that far
Then the colors blur, the lines smudge I’ll play it cool for now but time will be the judge There’s no hurry It’s just a pencil sketch of us