Sunday Thoughts

In the world
in the mist
there is some angst
and is not
a dirty word.

It is there
I fall
for you.

In the word
in the midst
there is some pain
but is not
a dirty world.

For you
it is there
I fall.

In the midst
of the mist
in the world
with these words
I am for you;

fallen.

Sunday Thoughts

Today I read your face
like a novel
and couldn't put it down;
all those lines
and well ordered words
that just fell out of it
over coffee and dried out bread.