Slow melting snow
Exposes piles of month old
Deer shit
Dead mice and dead brown oats
Cast offs
Of winter’s careless wake
Exposed to the sun
That sits higher in the sky
Plans revealed
Like lines on your hands
Fortunes and fates
Gods and flaws.
4*9
The ache in your hands
Will not go away
Arthritic joints
Crumbling cartilage
Stumbling through days
Years ago you were a flame
Meteoric
Euphoric
A dark star
Slipping behind the shadow
Of a moon waxed full
Awake with the knowledge
That love was made of gravity
Awake with the fear
That comes to us all
Slick with sweat
Alone in the night
Aware that the promise
Was in the ending.
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Fore Ate
Fore Ate
The walls are close
Rough to the touch
Familiar friends
I can talk to again
The cot creaks
As I rise reluctant
Or lay down exhausted
A single light extinguished
Without my say.
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Four Seven
Four Seven
Your stomach churns
With the questions
Where are they?
What happened?
How?
Why?
Clouds obscure the sun
Rains come and never cease
Hope is a paralytic
We long for the grief
To move on.
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Four Six
Four Six
Ice out in the swamp
Open water
A chorus of frogs
Telltale signs
Of a tardy springs’
Welcome arrival.
The dirt stained snow
In the front yard
Hangs on like
Lint upon a black jacket
Unwanted
Tenacious.
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Witness
Witness
The wood
The splinters
The weight
You don’t mind though.
You are a carpenter after all.
Its the careless crowning
The thorns
The lash
How they all just stand back
And watch
Doing nothing.
Let us all witness
Forgiveness.
Let us all be blessed
In time.
4/3/15
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Run
Run
That wet scream
In the close distance
Muffled by darkness
Prickles at the roots
Of your hair
Scalp deep
You wish you could run
Fast and far
But which way?
4/2/15
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Choices
Fly the kite
See the stars
Ride the bike
Dream of Mars
Close the door
Read the book
Still the words
Endure the looks
Pencils and pens
Become your voice
Silence comes
Make your choice
4/1/15
AM Writing
The mind and memory
Tell the stories
The heart and blood
Paint the pictures
The wounding is necessary
As is the healing
Its traces followed
In the paths of the scars
Living proof
That the day was won.
3/31/15
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