I watched a man in a mart halt
his cart transformed by memory
or anticipation purchase five
super soaker blasters
Monthly Archives: April 2017
Four Lines
clouds rolled through this morning dirty
gray and smokey blue all rushing
overhead heavy and yet light—
light stabbed a building white
Four Lines
let your own umbrella swing a long
way wide just scoop your own path dry
enough to wade puddles and sky
then compose a song
Four Lines
spring pops branches bare black criss-crossed
stark against the sky into green
canopied leaf just the same way
we open our umbrellas
Four Lines
spring coaxes a last reluctant
branch into the new green of sky
and sun then breathes a near hidden
sigh to make the leaves flutter
Four Lines
the sky I tried to paint today
is that blue mixed with cloud and light
the hue ideal behind my eyes
muddies its way across the page
Four Lines
I stepped on a crack – my back broke
snapped by a fall that snuffed the light
from a dream of merciful life
once held to be self evident