if I don’t make a break for it

I will miss epiphany.

I will miss walking down the street laughing with D, I will miss laughing, I will miss gender bender conversations, I will miss digging to know more, I will miss writing, I will miss making love, I will miss music, I will miss lemonade, I will miss sleep.

I will miss the smell of my lover’s skin.

I will miss sleeping alone.

I will miss brushing my teeth.

I will miss eating.

I will miss bicycling. I miss bicycling!

I will miss the possibility of moving out West, even for a little while sometime again in my life.

I will miss the chance to learn more, I will miss the smell of pine trees, I will miss watching the sun set on a cool mountain air night, I will miss writing another poem.

I will miss drinking water, I will miss pine nuts, I will miss painting, I will miss weaving, I will miss singing, I will miss dancing.

I will miss kissing.

I will miss wondering, I will miss imagining, I will miss waterfalls, I will miss the chance to swim with dolphins, I will miss school, I will miss my sisters, I will miss breathing.

I will miss the birds free to fly, I will miss kayaking, I will miss swinging on a swing.

I will miss the red orange glow of sunset,  long purple shadows and turtle doves and rabbits, the smell of creosote and orange blossoms, I will miss looking up at the sky and seeing a million stars.

© November 2006

New York City

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I'm a rock-n-roller poet who left the Big Apple for the Big Sky Desert where I've been letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. I like altering my reality through imagination, movement, breath, and makin' stuff.

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