for Randy
The cry of a man
Amidst the laughing kids
Alas, the seal song.
Author: Joshua Grace
not the usual “bad weed” stench on my block tonight
Overdue sweet smells-
Lylac and budding tree leaves
Refresh Kensington.
the new drink of champions
A.C.V. mornings-
More precisely lack thereof
Run the ship aground.
smell the glove
Dewy grass, sunrise,
the swirling echoes plodding-
My brothers’ feet.
Fresh Cut Grass
Some allergies’ bane
Takes me back to the ballpark-
Whiff the fresh cut grass
Seattle, PA
Drinking drop by drop
Future beds take a big gulp…
Seattle, PA.
Phunky Weather
Spring stole Summer’s day
And Autumn has her vengeance,
Now we all have colds.
keeping vigil
Far footsteps falling
Play cat and mouse with silence
Whilst the candles burn.
i prefer the river
Beside still waters,
Not just the kind on canvass
But storms we can’t calm.
warmer times once existed
Sticky little red rocks,
Hana’s parting gifts to us
Hidden in our shoes.
the schuylkill, almost frozen over
Large, icy circles
Feign a sense of cleanliness
Down Dirty River.
“snow”?
I love olympics…
Like how much it snowed back home
To one-up others.
head cold
Moments are phasing
Between hot and cold,
Pressure escaping
forgotten utterances
A page drfiting by
Maybe even a love note
Urban tumbleweed.
get into the macro for 2 seconds, please
A leak in the hull.
It’s dripping is heard louder
Than roars of the sea
au wiedersehen
Stormed shadows crawling
Across nearly frosted lawns,
The passage of time.
The Impending Fall
Sloppy drops sink in,
Autumn approaches.
sometimes putting my kids to bed sucks
My heart beating fast
And my voice about to raise-
Released in a *sigh*
pulling can be fun
Hips turn and lock in
Sending hide well overhead
Bounding fielders
Midnight in strange woods
Rules can be bent
Crossing bridges over streams.
Our eyes will adjust
