Ode To The Students & Those Who Want Them Well

We are silvering

We are not tinsel, flat
Nor tinny, shallow sound whose echoes won’t be known a year from now
We are, “Mr. Watson, come here. I want to see you.”

We are precious shine
Mined from the deep
Ribbons of pricelessness chiseled from someplace dark we’d entered into
Unknowingly, perhaps, but prepared nonetheless
Thence emerged, the metal of us hard-earned

We cannot be traded, bartered, or sold
We are made of this
We are made from this

Will they see us in next century’s sky?
Yes! And, ’til the 12th of Never

Canyons, ancient, will carry our collective voice

We are silvering, and are not second-place

As I Stand Today

Ode to the she-stranger, whom I never met

Yesterday, upon my knees

“Respiras,” my aura begged her

Then quietly and years ago, she-stranger did oblige

As if she wore my atoms, said for only me to hear

“You lucky, lucky girl.”

Original Thought Credit: Marty McConnell’s “FRIDA KAHLO TO MARTY McCONNELL”

Of Arc

Expletives why
In ode, you broken thing

Like a Lego on my footpath
In the midnight of my life

You the sword of Damocles
To my unsubmissive heart

Did you plan to steal my shoes!
Had you thought I’d have no clothes?

Away, most ruinous
I’ve long kept you at bay

Over

There was that night
An only slightly dimmed light

There was that song I sang to you –I believe you sang back– about being crazy ‘ bout you
An ode I’m inclined to replay over and over and over in my mind, in hopes that I’d grow tired

There was that us celebrating love
An honest Thanksgiving

Ode to My Susans


Dear deliberate garden
Across the lawn grown long
I ask of you forgiveness
For days of absent song

The week raced past so clever
Don't wonder if I care
I tended needy gardens
And wildflowers there

I vow I'll strike the balance
I'll give and take with you
I'll seek you out to ask your thoughts
We'll praise the morning dew

Ode To You

You might be the one
In cement there
At the bottom of the steep, steep ascent
Holding on for dear life wondering
Can I?

You might be the one
Under dark skies here
Unable to navigate or follow through 
Pining for your sea legs
What then?

You might be the one
Overcome now
Thoughts of what could go, may go, wrong 
Aching and afraid, wishing
If only?

Ascend and see
Look far and smell the salt air
Breathe deep and find
You might be the one