Yellow Roses
Roses
Yellow as the sun
Feelings of warmth fill my soul
It’s the love that shines
Between your heart and mine
Yellow roses shine like the sun
Marking our anniversary
14-karat gold
Roses are forever
Roses
Yellow as the sun
Feelings of warmth fill my soul
It’s the love that shines
Between your heart and mine
Yellow roses shine like the sun
Marking our anniversary
14-karat gold
Roses are forever
a brand new city
and i have a key to the coffee shop
next door.
my birthday was twenty-six days
after we moved four hundred miles from home.
i expected to spend a lovely day
with my partner
and my cats.
and i did!
and then i spent a lovely evening
with my coworkers
who are now my friends.
they bought me wonderful,
personal gifts,
which could have moved me to tears.
not only are these friends good,
but they know me.
they know me because
they listened when
i told them about
myself.
after so many years of wondering who i am,
guarding my interests carefully
in case they aren’t good enough for strangers,
here i am,
in a new city,
knowing myself.
here i am, in a new city,
freely sharing myself with others.
it seems so simple now.
but for some reason
i needed a chance to reinvent myself
to find myself for the first time.
i needed a new city
and a key to a coffee shop.
My parents taught
me often & well so
I learned early I
should not speak
ill of the dead but
I only under-
stand the directive
more clearly now
in this stage of
living & breathing
since & be-
cause I fall
closer to that
unwielding
precipice be-
tween light &
dark, between
life & death, be-
tween being
& not
How delirious you made us!
Aunt Gertie’s trailer on the market only 2 hours and sold at asking price. We were stunned.
Off the road, a tad shabby, huddled among the pines, the trailer’s allure was lost on us. But you had cash in hand, and we sensed no villain in you.
My sister and I put champagne on ice and pondered a cruise:
Big floppy hats or broad brimmed straw ones?
How many jumbo pink crustaceans could we eat? (Elastic waistbands suddenly dawned as miracles)
Could we finagle our way to the captain’s table? (We’d take a Jean Luc Picard stance with Brad Pitt grin)
How glorious would our suntans be?
A panorama of exotic drink umbrellas suddenly opened like grand souvenirs
In the middle of our bubbly champagne binge, the local tv news spit out your name. Shared a video of your arrest, the drug money you paid to the realtor seized by the feds. And we, the latest victims of the meth trade, were left sinking in our Love Boat illusions, our exotic umbrellas bobbing forlornly out to sea.
Vacation planning is so much fun
there is the tingle of anticipation
along with the magic of imagination
and the thrill of excitement
While sometimes the actual trip
isn’t the perfect time that we plan,
a lot of time, just leaving the driveway
puts you into vacation mode and relaxation begins
I am a bit late planning this year,
but am excited about not only the trip, but
getting the process started helps me to release
stress and rejuvenate long before the trip begins
It’s almost like I have given myself permission
to dream, to relax, to concentrate on having fun
and getting out to enjoy the sun
in preparation for vacation
Although the summmer is going by too fast,
the magic is not lost and the atmosphere is
beginning to envelop me as the first step
has been taken, the vacation planning!
Lyrics lost
Stripped like a bone tree
There is no snow in Elko but
What you can see is that you do this to me.
morning mist dissipates
mountains become clear
cup of black rifle coffee
lorca’s translation saturates
my soul with a song
a dove coos as the sun rises
over the distant hillsides
it is well with my soul
So vast, this desert seems,
so scant these supplies
a little water,
a few dried fruits–
too long a skirt,
already-worn sandals—
scarcely the needed garb
for a journey so unexpected—
Sundarts and windstorms—
How will they feel?
This sudden desolation,
this sweeping despair,
how sharply will they sting
and will there be a remedy
and will it come in time
to rescue so naïve,
so nearly spent
a life?
Will you still hear it,
that whisper,
that voice,
the one that always says,
One step
take one step,
and this:
Trust yourself—
every heart vibrates,
and you know the rest:
that iron string is strong—