spring pops branches bare black criss-crossed
stark against the sky into green
canopied leaf just the same way
we open our umbrellas
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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
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
every now and then comes that
perfect summer day breezes blow
through wide open windows and doors
throwing joy around with the chaff
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
the crafty sisters 