It rained
on the day
I left a note
on your windshield.

See them hiding there…behind
The ***-umptions
Peeking within the cheeks of clauses
Phrases
Phantoms daring to pronounce
Your memories
Best forgotten and sullen
Actions
Pole dancing impressions on the axis of
Anxiousness
Sliding silently along the line
From hip to ****
A cocked look from the slit ‘tween
Consonant on vowel
a.e.i.o…you
Know the no-nos
Whispering around conjunctions
Reminding you of other _unts
Too old or too young for sanctified hosts
Oh God…please don’t tell anyone
…still
God knows and my poems…
My poems know your secrets

When the snow comes

It's fur cloak of white
Muffling and blending plans
Cardinals become red birds
And
Sophisticated adult schemes
Fall to childhood dreams