She proposed out loud
That we stand here and listen
To her talk of juice and diamonds
Yet you sit there
Half believing, pupils dilated, incredulous smile
While I struggle to speak
As I spill tea and ask for help
On your feet, friend!
Glass Promise: A Haiku
All I can ask you
For God’s sake please do grow up
For your sake grow up
It won’t come to pass
Neither the song nor the dance
Played out in your head
Those weren’t your slippers
That was not your glass carriage
That was not your crown
You asked a promise
I’ll give you this: keep walking
The music will come
Permission
Only after
I’ve emptied out everything
Poured it across and slinked it back in
Would I open my eyes
And seek
Permission
In The Now
I’m
Wishing my wishes away
Accepting
What finds me today
The lone of my skin
The cold air that wafts in
Forgetting if-only and may
fire & blue
It does seem that part of what I hold
Is colorless
All the rest though
Fire and blue
Remember?
And though there’s the brassy trumpet doing its best
I only feel the resonance
From a violin
Redeem: A Haiku
Darling, where are you?
I long to lift you up, out.
Receive now, my hand.
all
My kiss
Shall be
My plea
Oh be good to me
My hands
In your hair
My promise
To protect you always
I will
Where was that tall, small white farmhouse
In need of my repair
I imagine soon the two bedroom windows
Will be cracked open a slight bit
To let in the night’s song
To let out the day’s cares
Old orange mutt sleeping on the job
Won’t hear the creaky porch swing nudged by the breeze
But I will
I do
Back
Sweltering so
the crickets knew something had to give.
The call to come
always interrupts dinner.
Words
that cannot be uttered at this table.
Take leave to scream at the sky.
But we will return.
Honestly.
Silent Salt
From your beach towel
To the ocean
Saunter
While tiny fish nip at your ankles
As you save me
Run
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