



Oh, there is the great likelihood fun would become us!
We’d get along famously and fall into friendship, the depths of which….
Do you fear we’d find fault, and in a flash, some short fuse blows?
I don’t….
I figure we’d flirt with life, day in, day out, as Fourth of July fireworks.
A Grand Finale ad infinitum….
The fact of us, fostering the good fortune of our hearts feeling again.
It’s been forever….
Her heart in command
Whether days be bright or dark
She walks forth in truth
The flowers watch her
She shows them color and strength
They follow her lead
Antelope Flats, Kelly Loop;
Grand Teton National Park;
August 2017
Freckle-faced girl in the rainbow coat
Pretty
Riddled
Porcelain heart
You other girls with the unkind curls
Why, why
Won’t you
Make her a part
She is my friend and she shares her coat
What cost
You cause
Her eyes cast down
She found her smile in another place
My friend
She’s gone
A foreign town
In the deep, dark depths of the back of the closet,
Was the blue dress long abandoned.
Encouraged to remember its flounce and its flow,
I grabbed hold of a lamp
And decided to go
Find it again
Or get lost trying.
So what that I did get lost?
I found it hanging there -still nice.
And it fit and I wore it all day today,
Reaching down at my feet occasionally
To pick up the pieces that kept falling
From the hemline. Not a bad thing.
Holding them in my hands,
I recognize the pieces
As opportunities
To proclaim how I love:
The secret delivery of art as I peek from behind the curtain;
The tears that you leak, that I’ll never stop reaching to catch;
The laughter contagious, or the snapshot of it;
You, in red, refusing to wear the green I chose for you; and,
Me, as I keep collecting pieces of blue.
The moment of truth
Is a when, not an if
I think to myself
What have I as a gift?
I could give my left
But I care about fair
My right’d wound us both
Me up here, you in there
So my best offering
Is what I’ve all-ways giv’n
A fine blend of saint
With some sprinkled in sin
We’ve just the one cape
Between the two of us
And it seems to be all we need
I remember the first time I noticed
That you’d wrapped it around me
And all this time later
I’m still stunned by the heroic tenderness of that act
A million times since
I’ve sensed to reach over and cover your back and strengthen you
I envision
We’ll eventually
Don the thing together as one
As fly off in search of
So many other shoulders to soothe
Why does knowing you
feel feral, safe and holy
all at the same time?