One afternoon

One afternoon, we ran away from it all. . .

Projects spinning on their rims

Deadlines, cooling like crusty magma

We let it all go to voice mail.

Hand in hand, we ran, drove, flew

to where valleys envelope us,

like apple rinds coiled around the foothills

sweetly fragrant flames, rusting in the wind

The sunlight is our trumpet, bright as brass

big as the smiles we use to fill each other

great sails of light. . . our sun on a string

we face each other, and let all shadows

fall behind.

Something Absolution

The warm glow of the world 

spun around us like a scarf,

our toes jumping lively,

our noses touching, touch

I am flying in the blue openness of your eyes

and though we may spin faster, ever faster

we are pulled ever closer

by something's absolution. . .

The rising ocean, 

will catch the falling rain

inevitable. . .