Well…!

I marveled, suddenly, at all the leaves
softening skies and tickling eaves.

Was this lushness ever not so–
did barren trees bear shelves of snow?

Doors and windows for a half-year: sealed;
some weeks later, it’s all repealed?

Yay!  but Emily says it better.


 

Love in the afternoon

 

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Old man walked by with a friend today.
His gimpy old beagle was eons past gray.
Nose to sidewalk and stomach swaying;
every few steps, an aged tremolo baying..
The dog, I mean; old man had a cell phone.


 

2
Cat rounded the garage on soft cat-feet
expecting it didn’t know what it may meet;
I pointed him out, we whispered the rest
as we moved to windows to view our guest.
He, smoky love with amber eyes
glancing up at us without surprise,
strode like a king under the driveway’d van;
when gone from view, daughter said, “Man
we aren’t cat-starved or anything.”


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Toward a new Spring

 

Gravity
Like a mound of marbles,
it one day cannot hold;
the height becomes width
scattering everywhere.
It can be built again,
but why?
There’s another medium
— strong, wild-winged;
never to build me upon,
but perhaps, now, ascent.


 

Elements
Rain splotches
on the hoodie
and on the outstretched hand.
The hoodie can’t feel it–
the solid satisfying smack of clean:
the high hello of fellow clouds,
or the bath after birth
in every storm?
Here is my hand..
my head and feet, too.


 

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I must.

If while being warmed
you’d like to feel swarmed,
toss one slice of bread near the blanket;
they will come if you toss it–
soon swarmed, I will posit:
from each other, 12 ‘gulls will yank it.

Do you thrill to large wings
so near eyes — all head things —
while oiled neighbors move off by 10 paces?
Close your eyes, with arms high,
let another piece fly–
the beach will gain back many spaces.


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