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Four Ten

  

     

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.

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.

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.

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.

Easter

  

He has risen

Let us heal

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

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

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