does anyone else remember
lilacs on warm spring afternoons
filled with the scent of purple blooms
and the sweet sip of their nectar
Category Archives: 365
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
Four Lines
my roots are long in this small town
and no strangers travel these streets
but I can’t meet their eyes nor greet
their smiles because they’ve let me down
Four Lines
it’s new —this year— but it smells old
as if time waits poised to repeat
history’s stink of human greed
faux fundamentals wreaked the polls
Four Lines
how quickly this summer flicks by
light bursts dawn into greens then blues
noon yellows toward twilight hues
time under color hides its flight
Four Lines
my mind can roam free from time why
then does each tick of the clock wrap
my body closer in its grasp
until life confined breathless dies
Four Lines
just that once too long hesitate
change my fate cause the sun to shine
every other Thursday night
hold the moon til it’s a month late
Four Lines
these gaps and holes are worrisome
what if I step into one let
myself falter just that once rest
too long
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progress and one-hundred forty
years collapsed water into streets
Canal Wall Wabash and Erie
names that echo faintly
Four Lines
the canal breached wilderness
dense forest too shallow rivers
quilted with huckleberry bogs
frontier dank fertile dangerous
the crafty sisters 