"ghiradelli" poems
is drinking not one but three mugs of ghiradelli hot cocoa
is putting the heat on 73 degrees
is thinking on tuesday about friday
is hitting the snooze button yet again
is getting a full eight hours of sleep
is turning red while sledding
is staying up on hello poetry
is not thinking about the "should haves"
Dec 14, 2010
Dec 14, 2010 at 6:45 PM UTC
Not new
but new to you
your first Nikon
my father gifted
when he saw
your countless
flowers
it was six years old
but it was like
a wrecking ball
concrete blocks
and mason's tools
tied up in an
ethereal sky blue
ribbon
which sparked
your desire for art
and commerce
coupled with my need
to find again
the line and verse
adrift
in the harbor fog
and record it
for posterity
that ultimately
leveled and rebuilt
reclaiming
in what felt like
three days
a beautiful thing
that will
and should never
cease and desist
Whit Howland © 2019
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC