Happenstance poetry, 1999 - 2007

A stanza I saw on a public bus in Portland, circa 2007:

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.

` "Separation" by W.S. Merwin

Two stanzas I saw stenciled on a sidewalk in Missoula, circa 2004:

Dear dust-ghost, the instructions don’t make
sense unless I sing them.

(and...)

I push the rubble out of the second-storey window.
I put the money in an envelope & it’s sucked up
a transparent tube.

` both from "(almost anything)" by Matthea Harvey

A stanza I saw typed on a picture in Pendleton, circa 1999:

This is the way it was
while I was waiting for your eyes
to find me.

` from "One" by Rod McKuen