I was trying
to get back to that
huckleberry muffin
at the Blackbird Café
on Bainbridge Island
till my wife came a day later
with a blueberry muffin.
She said, “It’s not huckleberry but”
Tag Archives: poetry
Open this, read this
Paper airplane
that’s landed in your lap.
The lines are mine,
pressed together,
but the point they find
is ever you.
The cat’s strategy
A mild but festive ambush
fills the air with you and me
She sparks the dark with her key
She makes the world go when she drives
A bird’s now or never
I deem to see
the fear in your eye
and your wish to fly
but when I open you die
to stay.
In the one long season
I’ll kiss the ash from your lips
I’ll turn your soil gone to weed
I’ll rake the sky for light sufficient
I’ll raise you up from bitter need
Sideways Flames
(For Pieter)
You’re not one for praying
but you lit the candles
when I gave you the coin.
We sat without saying –
it still wasn’t praying –
but the wind was weighing
the hearts it did join.
Fledgling grief
Slender stalk
and greeny leaf,
a morning brief
in a weary yard
Ain’t no empty tombs
Just tipped chairs
bottles and brooms.
It’s closing time
in Gnashville.
My heart rang the servant upstairs
Draw me a bath, please, a hot bath
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