For the Sky
We remember
before the winter rain
a stellar jay
hopping through the bramble
a little thicket
along the graying fence
filled with blackberries
targeted by darted beak
blackish brown head
blends into the background however
the shocking blue feathers stand out
harsh as the shriek
skree-ka! shack shek shek!
dancing around the prickles
filling belly to feed hatchlings
then taking flight.
We remember
before the winter rain
a stellar jay
hopping through the bramble
a little thicket
along the graying fence
filled with blackberries
targeted by darted beak
blackish brown head
blends into the background however
the shocking blue feathers stand out
harsh as the shriek
skree-ka! shack shek shek!
dancing around the prickles
filling belly to feed hatchlings
then taking flight.
The Lasting
Woman,
oh woman
You seemingly traipse
past the tableaus
where dark secrets
are drawn
You see passionate
though quiet pleasures
in splendid colors.
The wistful rich
barely perceive
Your radiant
resolve
as they jostle
Their decomposing souls
like worms making
mulch
of the forest
floor.
While you
and I do
love.
love.
SATURDAY,
MARCH 31, 2012
_______________________________
Suburban mother in
something akin to deep
thought tracking down
the sidewalk through the
rain with hands clenching
aerobic weights
in her head
dinner is made and
her thighs are thinner.
The weeds ruffle
by the corner lamppost
a cat pounces towards
what ... she doesn't know.
The darkest March
on record clouds
her thoughts
the rainsluices through
into the gully
pretty much as
the planners planned.
______________________________
Suburban mother in
something akin to deep
thought tracking down
the sidewalk through the
rain with hands clenching
aerobic weights
in her head
dinner is made and
her thighs are thinner.
The weeds ruffle
by the corner lamppost
a cat pounces towards
what ... she doesn't know.
The darkest March
on record clouds
her thoughts
the rainsluices through
into the gully
pretty much as
the planners planned.
______________________________
Labels: March rain, power walk, rainsluice, suburban mother, the farmer, thoughts, william carlos
williams
SATURDAY,
JANUARY 21, 2012
____________
wearing silk black pants on
the street tighter than the
tart skin of a plum
she knows she looks good
she knows she looks
good she knows she looks
good in them
you can see it by
the way she gives herself
a smooth half ass pat
slightly sucking her lips
comforted
a solace of ripe plums
seeming to fill the air
she knows I know she looks
good in them
____________
wearing silk black pants on
the street tighter than the
tart skin of a plum
she knows she looks good
she knows she looks
good she knows she looks
good in them
you can see it by
the way she gives herself
a smooth half ass pat
slightly sucking her lips
comforted
a solace of ripe plums
seeming to fill the air
she knows I know she looks
good in them
____________
SUNDAY,
JUNE 12, 2011
I ate up
the cold
pizza from
the fridge and
the box is
empty but
I put it
back in there
no doubt you
were my more
delicious
breakfast
___
the cold
pizza from
the fridge and
the box is
empty but
I put it
back in there
no doubt you
were my more
delicious
breakfast
___
Labels: cold pizza, plums, william carlos
williams
SUNDAY,
OCTOBER 18, 2009
glazed with rain water
as she bends hoeing
whacking the weeds
________________________
as she bends hoeing
whacking the weeds
________________________
Labels: ass on the lawn, little, neighbor lady, pretty
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