I love you all the more for the happiness you rest upon her .
Little pup…
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Have a seat…
and tell me about your past–
tell me how you go about your days,
how you’ve gone about your life
in the frigid silence that halts my beating heart.
Tarantula
The feelings you inspired in me may have been
completely irrational, however I enjoyed the primitive fear
that crawled up my spine upon seeing you sauntering
leisurely across the parking lot.
Looking Through Portholes
Pour me a drink, offer me a smoke,
read me a book, take a gentle nap
and let’s watch the rain dance on the water.
Canyon Crow
Meet me at the northern rim of my dreams.
Orchids
I see you at the grocery store, beside bright lemons
and across from deep green avocados. Under humming fluorescents,
you stand regally, striking a serpent pose of superiority.
Imagine the ancient Aztec warriors’ delight in a days
exhausting search for your delectable beauty.
Predictions
Future Isabella, what can you tell us about the coming winter?
Will it be bitter, the bleak days echoing the quiet,
white stillness of the cold?
Or will it be mild and mellow as the oak trees bring
forth acorn tales to be told?
Ivy
If you want to hear a story of perseverance, ask the ivy.
End of an Era
After offering ice cream, cotton candy and
wooden roller coaster rides for over 100 years,
the small amusement park saw its last summer season.
There was a look of cheerful hopefulness accompanied
by dilapidated distress in every building, in every
stone walk, in every exaggerated, macabre clown smile.
Defeat was reflected in our gait as we left the park at sundown.
Piles Right Now
piles of pennies in the car
piles of books by my bed
piles of mail on the counter
piles of plans in my mind
piles of leaves on the grass
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