Actually
white at the knees

the place where
you used to cut them off

to let them
live a second life

as shorts

in between the seam
of day

and evening
the entirety of the sky

and the november leaves
cinder in the same glow

the streets
and sidewalks are stained

with autumn impastos
in our arc

we wax
and wane

the many moons
our course permanently burnt

with the colors
of departure

and return
soon

in winter’s patient keep
we will close our eyes

and fill our dreams
with release

love is not a vacuum
love reaches in

a hand to wipe the sweat from your face
a word of encouragement

a poem on your lips
a listening ear

a gift of laughter
to laugh at yourself.

spring is on its way,

the ants are in the kitchen.



they will leave by easter

whenever that is. he said

it should be on the same day



each year; he is learned,

pronounced as two bits.



it is nice to see them back

this year. see the snowdrops

too.

1.

diversion from life          
     sit  in a darkened room  
watch the movie
like you view your own dreams
    maturing  into the night

2.

go outside and watch reality  with mistrust
meaning seems the daylight
tinkers with us all
our experiences differ in manner
we're individual as ingestors

3.

be invested in by fictional materials
     with the same manner  
you are viewed    by your dreams at night
experiences of your 'day life'
                                        turned in like reports

partially due to the weather,

state of the roads.



these are not just closed

due to snow, some

as cars slide, cause a commotion.



it is a steep hill, the crimea,

some call it a mountain



steeped in history.



plans change, while

the bus windows remain *****.

contagious smile, giddy boy
effective man who affectionately impacts
i miss your arm around my neck while i slept
jealous girl, from one to another
pushing you closer to a concept while i wept
please play me another song
and you do
when you can

my heart is a landing pad
breathe in
catch
breathe out
let go
breathe in
catch
breathe out
let go
breathe in
breathe in
breathe in
i cant catch
breathe oubreatheinbreatheinbreathein

one more for luck
one more for the road

the weaving of sound
in the ear

a tongue twisted
around a poem

one more for luck
one more for the road