More than this

The morning’s crisp shadows
and the infinite void
as the sun exposes the cracks.

The stretching willow wisps
kissed by the breeze
still heavy with night.

Conversations and courtesies
between alarm clocks
and vociferous sparrows.

The churning of fisherman
and throaty foghorns
in the rising bay.

The grinding of wheels
along steel snake skins
into the weekday.

The smiles on faces
half awake and half frozen
in the memories of dreams.

Would that I could bottle
all this in my lunchbox
for a midday fix.

(dtn)

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Words to my father

I probably never quite was
what you expected me to be,
but I try to be for them
all that you were for me.

(dtn)

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Story time

What, over so soon? Seriously?
Things were just getting good!
The twists and undulating promises.
The fore- and aft-shadowing.
What happened to the mouse?
I’ve counted all the beads. Twice.
And there’s still one missing.
A blue one, actually.
Slightly bloodied.
No, it can’t be over.
Not after all that.
I mean, sure.
++We’ve been at this for hours.
++We were up well before the bells.
++We’ve gone over this before.
+++More than once.
++++And it never changes.
But still…so soon? I’m not even sleepy!
Oh, but you are. Aren’t you.
(Notice that’s not a question.)
Why wouldn’t you be? I mean…
++We’ve been at this for hours.
++We were up well before the bells.
++We’ve gone over this before.
+++More than once.
++++And it never changes.
So let’s call it a night.
No. No more.
You need your sleep.

You.
Need.
Your.
Sleep.

Now.

About damn time.
++I mean, good night, girls.

(dtn)

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There’s beauty here as well

When the clouds grow tall
and the shadows with them,
not everything need be as vivid
and crisp as you remembered
on those gray winter mornings.
Take time to revel in the glow
of spring’s painted fingers,
but respect also the independence
of the often overlooked layers
of skin hardening in the new sun.

(dtn)

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Mismatched socks

Stain-free [insert article of clothing].
Minutes stockpiled and evaporated.
All hours of the night and then some.
Remember the bass and ringing ears?
Involuntary and inadvertent loathing.
Laziness to the point of banal lethargy.
An emptiness unknown yet familiar.
Shadows with no course or recourse.
Ambition heavier than determination.
Cosmic similarities embodied in hunger.
The stars were crisper
++and more tangible then
++as if but simple waypoints
++along the road to beyond,
++but I’ve navigated now
++and found it’s not that far,
++just at hand, in fact,
++two small-yet-anxious hands.

(dtn)

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A silly dilly-dally day

Who knows
where toes doze
or where the sun goes
or if bees have knees
or if trees sneeze
in a spring breeze
or what it means
when shades of green
seep between the seams
of a dream? Not me,
as you can see,
otherwise I’d be singing
those meanings
and not these melodies.

(dtn)

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There there

I know it’s there somewhere
Between the teeth of the horizon
Over yesterday’s rainbows
That balance, a contradiction
Conclusions foregone? Forfeited?
Who’s to say with any certainty
Where our shadows converge
No questions or assumptions
And in a minute they’ll be gone
Off with only a merry wake
Where will we be then?
Not all dreams come true
But still we choose a favorite
And revel in the afterglow
Like hopeful clouds at sea

(dtn)

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