Sunday, April 20, 2003

by Juan-Pablo

A treasure is space.
It's the ambiguous space between an i and a u;
it's the closed vowels, the open sentences, the words waiting in line.

A treasure is time.
it's a minute with you,
with the promise of another minute just like it, right behind.

A treasure is thought.
it's your smile, finding mine.
A meeting of minds, and the clouds of steam
over your tea.

A treasure is motion.
not the pendullum,the ellipse.
it's you doing the dishes.
It's breathing, and living through this.

A treasure is fate..
It's paying to see. It's finding out how days
lay their eggs every night,
and letting it be.

A treasure is you,
dreamed by me.


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