Maybe
The heart wanders, the eyes climb
aboard, your hips cast off ropes,
and the hands ride waves in tow.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
number 62
Dad's Lullaby
A murder of crows scraw, cry,
sing a song in these woods of
my father's deep loneliness.
A murder of crows scraw, cry,
sing a song in these woods of
my father's deep loneliness.
Labels:
crow,
Dad,
loneliness
Monday, January 7, 2008
number 61
New Moon
Every star hung from leafless
trees, words dangled from frosty
breaths we let go of, walking.
Every star hung from leafless
trees, words dangled from frosty
breaths we let go of, walking.
Friday, January 4, 2008
number 60
Cat in the Sack
Tabby won't let me read, wants
her pets, wants her tickles, purrs
the book from my wanted hands.
Tabby won't let me read, wants
her pets, wants her tickles, purrs
the book from my wanted hands.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
number 59
No Angels
Six of us stand in the snow
waiting for the howling wind
to gust, set blaze to the night.
Six of us stand in the snow
waiting for the howling wind
to gust, set blaze to the night.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
number 58
Diner Rush, New Year's Morning
Screaming eggs heavy waitress
first greasy hours smoking
toast more coffee more coffee.
Screaming eggs heavy waitress
first greasy hours smoking
toast more coffee more coffee.
Monday, December 31, 2007
number 57
In My Lap
The cat ignored me for weeks.
Tonight she makes the climb, and
curls, thrums, asks me no questions.
The cat ignored me for weeks.
Tonight she makes the climb, and
curls, thrums, asks me no questions.
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