Sunday, April 10, 2016

April 10th, 2016

Three years ago it was thundering
like today
growling across the
grey, balding dome

We eat Frangelica monkey bread
forks sticky instead of fingers

and find warmth
in an embrace
that opens and closes this story
beside the aching spring clouds

April 9th, 2016

Let this be a lost day
the kind where coffee 
is hot, black, and unlimited
strap on some roller skates
and sweat until we forget words
and the complicated layers
of our misbegotten thirties

April 7th, 2016

This day
We spent in hospital waiting rooms
no longer sterile white, or 90s pastels
but filled with landscape art
with textured seating
and warm wood-grain frames
we waited in the cafeteria
and took breaks
huddled for warmth in the truck bed
Just like the other families
whose names were called alongside

April 6th, 2016

Fingers like trees, with rings
new, green, young in the wind
mirrored on each side
One for a wedding
from a wife 
for a wife
One for the heart
from a red head
We start fresh each year
like bulbs
Recommitting to the bloom

April 8th, 2016

I will lead you through the forest
but we will get lost
because there are few things
I need as intensely
as the pungent smell
of a shedding cedar
to dangle my toes over the shadows
of water striders
cast against the rocky creek bottom
to work my way down root framed stairs
and wind through deer trails
without regard for
time or space or others

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

April 5th, 2016

It's easy to find poetry
In the pocked Capen bluffs

Or the swarm of carp
Bright beneath the gentle
Lapping waves of a waiting pond

Or the relentless flood
Of an April Missouri

It's an escape that gets me
Through to tomorrow

April 4th, 2016

The crux of aquamarine
And mud is simply the
Place where spring meets
River after an Easter rain
Even the fish shiver in
The biting spring winds

Sunday, April 3, 2016

April 3rd, 2016

When I'm gone cold, someday,
Plant me beneath a forest.
Give me this last wish-
To feed the roots, to
Soften the steps of fresh
Fawns, to lay beneath
An ancient canopy's shade.
So i can finally find my way home.

April 2nd, 2016

Sometimes you
Just need to embrace
The metal tree with
Sculpted metal shelf
Mushrooms and soak
In the sun-drenched
West side, lean in to
Hear the wind reverberate
Down the metal trunk.

Friday, April 1, 2016

April 1st, 2016

On an April morning
The chickens puffer out
Like bobble heads with
Scaley legs- the cats curl
Into a sister moon
On the bathroom vent-
And Melissa is smiling
In her sleep, blanket
Pulled up to her chin