Wednesday, September 24, 2014


It was so strange walking up to your door last night. . . 
it is as if the pavement is peeling away as you prepare to leave.

Carpeting retracts from the stairs
like a cat's tongue curling back
after a yawn.

The lights flicker,
every bulb is a little candle's flame
walls thin, like old playing cards
quivering in the wind.

Window blinds waver like watery eyes
for they recognize what comes.
The trees outside shed their clothes. . .
The feathers to your wings.

Take my hands my love
Let us race like our heart beats
to our next adventure
As the street folds closed,
like a wet, black fan.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Canopy of Golden Plans

Love is funny. . . 
It is patience,
Sitting by a field
tending the sprouting green
as it layers over the remains 
of every prior season

to see what colors arise
to paint name
a pink tremor on your lips
the cloudy blue cocktail,
stirring in you eyes
or a canopy of golden plans
in dreaming the next adventure

But we are also delving
changing and shifting
picking through earth's pockets
for the unexpected
a timeless day
when we lighten our burdens
or the perfect corner
of my arm for you to rest
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