Clothes folded
and placed
yours strewn
like wrappers
and into
bed we
would climb
like mountaineers
seeking shelter
from storms
beneath blankets
until friction
causes its
own heat
Month: August 2024
Skating
If ice were
hearts I’d don
blades and skate
across yours cautiously
at first then
with more abandon
a few passes
and then once
comfortable upon them
into the middle
I would go
spinning and turning
and feeling free
until I fell
and in falling
I’d understand the
humility of love
Chicago
What I didn’t
lose I gave
away wanting nothing
to ever remind
me of what
was once everything
it is strange
now standing here
in this peace
eight long years
later being not
what I was
but what I
am and this
now this new
me will never
go back to
any of that
for that at
least to me
no longer exists
it is done
Flower
A flower
is still
a flower
until its
last petal
is plucked
and then
it becomes
anything but
what it
was known
to be
to bees
and all
of the
other things
Inches
Had I known
at the onset
that my journey
would be measured
by inches and
not by miles
I would have
paid closer attention
to where I’d
stepped and not
spent so much
time chasing down
the horizon ahead
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 