it's just a ratty t-shirt 
(you say) 
but, every time i wear 
this thread worn piece 
of cotton... i see 
the stars 
over a desert landscape 
where a fire keeps the 
company of a stetson resting 
on a log 
where two lovers are propped 
whispering about a future 
and then there's the afternoon 
a new york autumn caught 
us romping in the falling leaves 
that some how found their 
way from being tangled in the 
auburn of my hair to mingling 
with the soft pink silk...through 
one more hole you seem to 
cause with a smirk 
and it's funny how i can hold 
it close and still inhale ... you 
holding my hand near 
niagara's mighty mist ... 
perched on the edge ... teasing 
the river with our love 

yeah, it's torn and 
           it's faded 
  but then 
so are the memories 
some 


11.27.02 
(c)snow