Last Minute
I tend to rush things
My work
Relationships
I find myself going 90 on the interstate
I’m never late
Always right on time
Waiting for the last minute
I wonder if anyone will notice my mistakes
I tend to rush things
My work
Relationships
I find myself going 90 on the interstate
I’m never late
Always right on time
Waiting for the last minute
I wonder if anyone will notice my mistakes
-One ceramic stripped kitten,
offering it’s paw in welcome
Would you like to come in?
–Scent sample, Bergdorf’s Number Nine, empty,
square in shape, topped with gold ball lid,
a touch too big for Barbie
-Two spools of timeworn thread
miniature relics of fashion
-Flying polymer clay critter
on springy wire
tongue protruding
crafted by little Lil
Three bears,
-One brown glass,
concerned look,
hands between knees
-Number Two Golden Mohair-ish
bent over tiny tin
Arabic embellished car
-Finally Coco short hair,
faux leather mitts
tucked into wooden box cell
feigning invisibility
-Sunny yellow Japanese prize
threatening creature
peacocking
-Basswood lion
stoic bead
big for it’s age
-Wacky faced Mexican
painted pot
spitoon for Ken
-Precious doll, floral frock
wire yarn appendages
Many others live within
Love of smalls does not retreat
The poem that skipped a day
Playfully grabbed my behind
The trip abroad that I ought to have planned
Called to tell me it was breaking up
The big lunch I just ate
Poised itself, so that it’s feathers could glisten in the sun
The stupid things which I had yet to do
Crawled out of the moon and slapped me with their eyes
The massage I really needed rolled it’s eyes and went back to playing video games
The painting I never finished remembered my Birthday, and selected the most thoughtful gift
The view out of my window sold me three for the price of one
The noises on the street sat untouched until they went bad
The bottle of wine I was saving got a ticket and had to move
The memories of my loved ones crusted in my eyes while I slept
The cool breezes of today were hatched in deathly still drought, their parched mouths gasping, their hands reaching futilely down a bare well.
The toes on my feet which remember the cold of freshly tilled soil, bought scalped tickets to a Michaelangelo.
The lamplight spread it’s toe beans and silently waited to pounce
The scrabble game locked itself in the bathroom
And
Modern mansions scattered like exploding clay skeet
Call to the post.
Nature calls.
Call to worship.
Alter call.
Call to arms.
Found your calling.
Make the call.
Call the man..
Robocall.
Blind call.
Courtesy call.
House call.
Came calling on.
On call.
Zoom call.
Call of the wild.
Cat call.
Call girl.
Last call.
Bad call.
Booty call.
Bird call.
Call and response.
Whatchamacallit.
Wake up call.
Call in sick.
Close call.
Called the cops?
Calling all cars.
Collect call.
Cail failed.
Recall.
Call back number.
Call me.
Called out.
Call it like you see it.
Call it a day.
Call it quits.
Let’s call the whole thing off.
Curtain call.
So fabulous and vital
In your youth
Mid and even older age
You stand upright
Each branch
Flowering
more beautiful
than the next
sometimes
Falteringly fragile
a stem breaks
off
Quickly repairs
You return
Fleshy roots
True to your proper stance
Now and then you ache
Stares and stairs hurt
to ascend
Going down
standing erect
Orchidaceous
Ostentatious
Outrageous
Truthful to self
Almost as difficult
as the climb
Ones that bloom last
strongest stem
breaks
pinned back
With
dark green clips
Works harder
heals itself
Limbs tenuous
slight more delicate
to seize control
Sturdily tenacious
Blossoms fall
Tendons sever
Conviction
Life captivates
Orchid blooms again
The trumpet is an
Tick,
Tock,
Tick,
Goes the hands of the clock.
Eyelids heavy as lead,
It’s time for bed.
Ding,
Dong,
Ding,
The morning bells ring.
Eyelids fly open.
It’s time to start the day.
