You're tolerating
Your mere mortality, your
Immorality
Shallow Depth
Scene; The wet silence
They cause to become ominous
When you wish a mere escape
Can we not look away
What more do we want
How much don't they think we can take
In This Often Early Morn’
You've what cools me
As the purr
Of a hungry cat
Trying not to ask
That kind
Of cool
How you warm me
As I watch
Morning's early dew
Set silent and still
While busy, flying things
Tend to my eyes
My Own Friend
Since I’ve created
A virtual haven here
I’ll uncreate it
Henceforth, you’re banished
Though I love you, I love you,
I’ll be my own friend
Gabled Walls
We are the In
Between
The Middle
Absorbing and reflecting back
All the inspiration they have inside
We are the Many
Around
The Gate
Herding and harnessing
All the good they long to give
They Touched
I heard him begin to breathe deep
Even breaths
Slipping away into sleep
Lulled
Garrison Keillor on the radio
If there’s ever a doubt
That the universe exists
As much in us as we in it
Watch and listen
To a child
And a storyteller
At the same time
Allergic
And it all went black
There in the moment I realized
Nobody makes promises anymore
No one has courage
Take vows from the ink
Make them come alive
And the heat lightning rap-rap-rap-rapping
‘gainst my glass window pane
Will not prompt me to doubt
It all went black
Mister Fire
“You’re not putting me
on some timetable devised
by you, lover boy.”
Every Knee
You came to my heart
As a pinpoint white light
You said “You’re Welcome.”
All The You
Summer’s plans
Perhaps never in the standings
But off the table now, I know
Go gently now
All the You
Muffled sounds of would-be cheers
All the vivid color
Seasoned, learned play-by-play analysis
All the heartbreak
