Sitting outside
looking inside
like the family
dog that always
wants where he isn’t
I watched as bee died
an army of ants
carried bee across
the deck
burly Minnesotans
dragging elk in knee-deep snow
ants carried bee
down the plank squeezed
between boards and
disappeared second by second
subterranean
where it became
something
else
Month: July 2018
Toddler
I walk
like a toddler
but I walk
months ago
they replaced
my knee
a broken spring
and today
I walk
like a toddler
Roby
It’s his eyes
pecan shaped and
gray like a timber
wolf mesmerizing
that drew me in
like the songs of
sirens
his smile is broad
and toothy it’s his giggle
that makes me giggle
like ripples in a pond
it’s the questions he asks
which tickle me most
they’re silly
little
questions that make
me smile
Giant
Clouds race
by my windows
being swept by the
broom
of trade winds
an old blemish
Diamond Head
it’s a scar
which turns brown
in summer
all the houses
pay homage to
the giant
Tomorrow
Here I sit
older than yesterday
thinking about tomorrow
memories cushion my fall
like fuzzy blankets I
imagine yesterday like
old stories I see tomorrow
like hatchlings bobbing
like apples in a barrel