Rainy day people and frogs
Packed New York streets, mossy bogs
Umbrella or bumbershoot
In quagmire and crowded route
Splashing masses, polliwogs

Precipitation, cascade
The alley or everglade
Plebeians and ***** toads
Wetlands, winding back roads
Holding brolly or sunshade

Mobs, croaker in the wallow
Soggy marsh, bypass below
A sprinkle, pitter-patter
Parasol, doesn't matter
Your bullfrog and average Joe

Under the hillbillies of yellow afternoons
You sleep in the sunshade toes quite ****
The curls on your head getting rather hot
But mummy loves you her cuddly ***.

Love Grandma x

Hips hunkered, rise to dapple-blue-toned dusty seat
Flush arch cheeky blush, excitement
Droll eye-glazing blue pupil toned in sleepy drug haze
Wind whipping wild air rushing through tempered glass
Wubing whoosh of wheeled blacktop pavement
Colored in eerie sunshade yellow
Lined, darting-flash gold white boundary crossing  
Tight knuckles, two hand hold
Blinking brown doe-eyed drowsy heavy lidded
Lolling head knocked back, head bash rested caressing faux blue
Ploom of dust
Dry-mouth open to catching fly’s
Or what’s left of dank-infused air
Quiet stillness

Blond hair crawling in busy wind,
Equally as gone
Thumping, jolting-momentum  
White line boundary lost, wheels ended grass
Ditching down, dirt slid slide
Floating weightless suspended-nightmare phase

Snapping,
Awake! Awake!
Screaming slotted terrified,
Panic! Painful-heart-wrecking rob breath
Nose dive, mounded metal drive inching closer
Hairs-breath away

Afraid, screaming ****** ****** inside sealed lips
Brown eyes; lid white
Hands upon steering slack, loose light
Asleep, peaceful in calamity
Unnatural shake and tumble
Nail dug bleeding ache
Skidding gravel, tree lined doom
A god not believed in a prayer ensued
Shaking, the calm unglued
“Baby, wake I beg you!”
Brown quick electric wide
Screaming, Screaming
“Oh my God! Why!”
Swerve snake skin peelout
Black lane orange in night
An almost death.

still yearn
for  waves
to wet my feet

still yearn
to reach an arm
around you

still yearn
to bluff you
to a kiss

still yearn
to walk sunshade
gardens with you

still yearn
for a wild
honey drip

the days sink
stone heavy

youth rolls up
its lush carpet

I still yearn
for you

Under the blanket on a warm afternoon
With a faded sunshade over our heads
Mother and I would lie waiting for rain
And talk of her mother, with big blue eyes
Who died in childbirth when thirty-five
Leaving two little girls, Emily and Rose
And a tiny son who lived but two days
Always an absence for my sweet mother
But always a beautiful presence for me.

Love Mary **

we walk beneath the weight of the outside
birds sing in tune with the collective
& trees reveal their 50-year-old whispers

homes along the way glide above the sunshade
in-between blanketed shadows and sidewalks covered in gum

neighbors swim in the darkness behind blackout curtains
their beds balance on cups of bedside water
& a yellow candle glows above the city

A chilled tired man,

Cheated of warmth,
Hungering comfort.

Darker and heavier skies bleed the city of light,
The first specks of rain hit the tired, sun fried, foot worn pavements
And I feel summer sink into my socked ankles.

Archibald Brown, man around town, locks up his sunshade,
The wind lifts rotting fence panels like discarded betting slips
And I smell winter rising in my rattling chest.

Rain on the window, like Mercury drops on a mirror,
Through clouded milk bottle glasses I peer at grey sky and flat green trees,
And I sense Summers end.

Crying now,
Longing for Spring.

Without a nail  varnish
A years ago.
Wake up eyes,thought ours
A story ago.
White smoky hair lady
Had a story.
Rememberance of guitar strings
Will learned finally.
Red rose of valentine
Feel the presence.
Ordering possession
Is with you
Day with rose pinned hair
Its our valentine!
Time gave me
To save money
Flights reaches out,
Arrival with bunch of poems
Sign of obligation .
Uneaten drumstick days
Served happily.
Dark rooms of nights
Lonely sunshade
Of mine.
Proud to have you
Betel leaves went dry
Of salty tears .
A sailing life
Reaches you a day.

one more Winter-
white crisp fallen temperature

a nudge from star-shine
dimmed Sunshade

cold black empty space
reaching in with spindly fingers

the spin away leaving breath
condensing into water.