I find one redeeming feature
shifting to Daylight Savings Time
is that I can see the sunrise
and hear birds sing their dawn chorus
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Four Lines
head cradled soft upon my breasts
you sing me tuneless songs, each line
growing more bawdy until I
stifle dreadful verse with a kiss
Dunes
crests and troughs ride the rolling tide
waves heavy with white grains of sand
stroke and shape the lake’s shifting land
until it slides dunes steep and wide
dunes slide steep and wide not real hills
but fine particles of rock ground
stacked grains without glue sculpted mounds
carved by wind gusts and water spills
wind blown carved by water until
keen sand thrusts a cliff-hanger pose
precarious, then a breeze blows
crests to clefts, the chasms to hills
dunes just flowers that own more time
wither bloom and shape the coastline
Four Lines
silence settles on our shoulders
while pencils sweep into circles
where kittens, clocks, shortcake, journals
draw us together
Four Lines
stupid rays began yesterday
to bebop through unwary heads
jammed and snarled until they overspread
and consumed my pink m&m’s
Four Lines
earth sky earth sky just a cartwheel
spinning on a predetermined
axis and like the splintered glass
you came down piecemeal
Four Lines
your head on my breast I let
my fingers rim that curve of ear
and find the scar where catching air
the bicycle stopped but you left
Four Lines
I laugh and pleased by my delight
you amuse with roller coasters,
Chicago and alka-seltzer
a tale too silly to describe
Up
in a lacy cup
count the stars in the Milky Way
look on the other side of day
and watch the sun rise rolling up
watch the sun rise
movement sliding, smooth lifting free
a stutterless grace, immense– we
stand lost beneath the passing skies
beneath callous skies
how does conscious thought stand before
endless time with its silent roar
of dark, unfathomable size
light sparks blinks then dissolves from sight
one point pricking holes through the night
Four Lines
when your lips settle into that
smirk pretending an innocence
your arms belie, insouciance
becomes you
the crafty sisters 