I am not sure when I stopped being delighted
by the sight of a lightning bug
lighting up a summer’s night
Or being excited at the sight
of an ice cold popscicle
on a warm summer night
Or being motivated to run and play
with neighbors in the twilight
of a delightful summer night
Life gets heavy for everyone at times,
so I think I need to think like a child
on a beautiful summer night
It didn’t matter
How dusty the floor was
or the twisted vines
Weaving into holy and unholy places
A candle was lit
Illuminating all the nuances
Of faded beauty
Plastered across forgotten walls
Exhumed from the unkempt grass
in the backyard
brought inside your dining room
And fed love
I can’t remember
the last time
I felt
this full
A child boards a train going somewhere, sling shot hanging from torn pocket.
Rain dappled skies of winter,
to the one who wrapped me in a cloud of down.
He dressed in Hermes, Armani, Gucci
and left me alone at the Ritz.
Then left the world.
Crisp ripening buds of spring,
Belong to another.
A rambling car, a high school crush
His kisses burned and taught me lessons
on what should not be done.
Before he left me for another.
His mind has left him now.
Burning leaves and pumpkin skies of autumn
Southern Indiana in a whirl of desire.
Convertible eternal through an everlasting sky.
I broke his heart and he broke mine.
And he is gone with the sun, the sky, the motorcycle and the night.
He took his tattered Levis and long-neck beer and left.
Forever gone but here . . . somewhere.
The marble stairs, the hallowed halls, the bluest sky of summer.
With optimism, hope, and youth we planned
to conquer worlds. But distance time and love and hate
and summer ended as did we.
The summer’s yours
even though I am not.
He quiets me by His Love
He rejoices over me with singing
A
New
Found
Paradise
Eyes wade through numbness
towards baby’s-breath
I keep my father’s laughter in a bottle
and uncork it on cloudy days
I let his joy spill out
and puddle at my feet
gurgling lilac and sunny yellow
my collection is worth more than any stamp
crystal, shell or silver spoon
it is the light at the end of the tunnel
it is the last goodbye
it is the first hello
it fills the holes up within me
and makes me more whole
than any drug or drink could
