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son

SON

1

making love to make our son I kiss her eyes as if God were inside her

2

my wife gave birth to my son on the floor of the house I built

3

he keeps me up all night ***** on my sleeve feverish cries for his mama until dawn lifts the heads of sunflowers

4

forget poetry going out jazzed our winter born boy needs his diaper changed her ancient *** me house cleaning singing lullabies like a dove

5

wild iris sway as he wades downstream singing

6

one God many stories holding you our son walking the blue earth breathing away the pain with friends

7

amazing the ups and downs my son chasing ducks Sunday eating together my friend’s cancer battle my wife’s selfless moan

8

playing with candlelight my son burnt his finger I warned him

9

shower eat help my son memorize the constellations pay bills watch my wife sleep

10

worried about rats eating wallboard in the dead of night I get up cover my son

11

my son refuses to wear a raincoat in the summer rain

12

in his 2nd grade family drawing: my son gladday ready his mom hugging him me head in the clouds our cat smiling

13

when rains make bitter grass green with laughter my son springs from the winter of his room with his shedding dog and new baseball yelling to his buddies “Wait up!”

14

late afternoon October sycamore shadows blowing elm my son his dog me

15

after days of acid rain the lost sun comes promising heaven sent birds and boys' voices

16

dragged my son up the mountain to watch the meteor shower sons and fathers everywhere I hope

17

my best friend’s grave she loved singing my son asleep now she’s waving grass wildflowers

18

in a vacant lot my freckled face boy floats at the happy end of his 99¢ kite

 

 

19

the science of mystical seeds restores your left brain faith in everyday miracles like noisy boys climbing the music of old trees

20

if we could come back her a book of flowers our son blades of grass me the invisible wind

21

6 to 6 deep plowing then wall-to-wall screaming kids a leaky roof the old tractor my darling one naked notebooks full of dreams

22

sling shot boys kick red and gold leaves swirling down the street of locked doors at the tired end of Indian summer

23

my sons reaches for falling snow trampling veined leaves with footloose laughter fearless of winter's night the certain bones

24

true I care more than my son when he plays baseball

25

the orange tree my son planted today will fruit after we’re long gone

26

the bus driver brags about her son’s first home run wishes she could have been there

27

putting flowers on mother’s grave my son holds my hand

28

when night rises I yearn when my son comes home I relax when you sing I surrender

29

WTC on t.v. my son’s face a cloud of tears

30

his father beat him black and blue her husband her their sons their sons

31

the eyes told me that I’d play catch with his sons long after he thought breathed

32

I argued with my son explained the rules he still did what he wanted

33

my boy swaggers down Main St. sure he'll live forever

34

in the back seat good boys brag about good girls what they wanna do with them

35

sleepless until my son comes home late then finally I turn over

and rest

36

the light in my son’s words the silent stones of his tears

37

quiet room unmade bed boys playing in the rain stupid poems awful silence

 

38

all the dawns evening storms lovely ******* good talk tickled son blow plumeria drift

39

when the stone of night rises I a thief of songs yearn for the music of a woman's light

40

I don't get it gone son lost lover sick friends joyless graying unkissed ******* blood

41

half her half me our son didn't know where to go when she moved out

42

when I'm memory my son might think of me when he's gone I'm only a poem or two

43

bombs hunger lacklove prodigal son abandoned fields come down God get back to work

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Nov 14, 2009
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