My sleeping mind
is more forgiving
bringing you back
like some sweater
from the trunk
in the attic
pleasant they are
these memories skip
gleefully and erotic
but day comes
back you go
to cuddle with
the moth balls
and holiday decorations
Breezy
Even morning warm
tee and shorts
on the balcony
for our tea
and buttery scones
scents from South
carried on breeze
as summers ease
cups and plates
put in sink
as clothes trail
to the sound
of the shower
Alone
If it’s
said that
you’re to
meet those
who you’re
meant to
meet and
I only
meet me
then it
stands to
reason that
I’m enough
Else
What I
was meant
to do
I’ve done
this then
is what
comes after
and very
little else
Crab
I used to
free of charge
offer my opinion
veiled as advice
certain I knew
better having learned
tough knock lessons
that was ego
worn as medals
on tattered suits
and tattoos drawn
onto inked skin
but now after
and this quiet
a lemon sorbet
cleanser meant to
remove the last
bits of entree
I push away
the final course
opting instead for
the sea shore
littered with little
shells of shelter
becoming a crab
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 