Tuesday, July 26, 2011

July 26--More words than I intended.


Dreamily floating,

on an updraft,
a grocery bag catches

the car antennae, crumpling instantly,
then furiously flailing,

bicker and thrash, flogging itself
all panic against glass,

but it calms when I slow,
glide into the garage

it releases a sigh,
as if caught on a breeze

the gentle scent
of home.

Shhh…quiet, tiptoe


Wednesday, July 6, 2011

July 6. Six Couplets

I learned snow:
a soft fall that builds up.

I learned dirt:
calling your hair ribbon mine.

I learned sun:
a beating down that makes things grow.

I grasp the tremble of beauty:
sitting palm to palm through months of cancer.

Giving came easy:
when everything had been taken away.

I learned love:
because you forgave me.