A set about Monterey

i've thought in the last week about my life
about clues
experiences
about patterns so on



love isnt an intellectual pursuit
nor is it wrong
haggled
it isnt convincing someone

it isnt someones
brothers advise
or caught on a chair leg
dabbling

it stands with you
under the monterey pines
wrapping you in memory
you say softly

I wish you could see this
as you photograph
a pink
stained glass window

look down at how you are
were
love recognizes you
in the morning fog

it is intimate
this internal sense of
an external reality
close

in the next
four years I'm going to choose
follow my heart
settle into the place

of my heart