for Randy
The cry of a man
Amidst the laughing kids
Alas, the seal song.
for Randy
The cry of a man
Amidst the laughing kids
Alas, the seal song.
Overdue sweet smells-
Lylac and budding tree leaves
Refresh Kensington.
A.C.V. mornings-
More precisely lack thereof
Run the ship aground.
Dewy grass, sunrise,
the swirling echoes plodding-
My brothers’ feet.
Some allergies’ bane
Takes me back to the ballpark-
Whiff the fresh cut grass
Drinking drop by drop
Future beds take a big gulp…
Seattle, PA.
Spring stole Summer’s day
And Autumn has her vengeance,
Now we all have colds.
Far footsteps falling
Play cat and mouse with silence
Whilst the candles burn.
Beside still waters,
Not just the kind on canvass
But storms we can’t calm.
Sticky little red rocks,
Hana’s parting gifts to us
Hidden in our shoes.
Large, icy circles
Feign a sense of cleanliness
Down Dirty River.
I love olympics…
Like how much it snowed back home
To one-up others.
Moments are phasing
Between hot and cold,
Pressure escaping
A page drfiting by
Maybe even a love note
Urban tumbleweed.
A leak in the hull.
It’s dripping is heard louder
Than roars of the sea
Stormed shadows crawling
Across nearly frosted lawns,
The passage of time.
Sloppy drops sink in,
Autumn approaches.
My heart beating fast
And my voice about to raise-
Released in a *sigh*
Hips turn and lock in
Sending hide well overhead
Bounding fielders
Rules can be bent
Crossing bridges over streams.
Our eyes will adjust