And awakened they
Did past lovers
Of mine like
Hatchlings on some
Far off branch
Chirping and cackling
Their good mornings
It made my
Heart sing like
A harpsichord playing
A light minuet
As I sipped
The champagne of
This glorious morn
Category: Bean
GoodMorning (for Bean)
It came then
Something warm and
Bright something from
The East a
Surprise while hoped
For the sunrise
Of your words
To me crackling
Like eggs frying
Like gleeful children
Waving at parents
Two simply simple
Words good morning
Over (to Bean)
Why oh why
When the message
That I await
Comes my heart
Bleeds
Why do I
Pound
These nails into
My hands why
Do I suffer
So
I let you
Go so why
Why oh why
Do you come
Back
Except to remind
Me of what
I’m missing and
What
What what what
You left behind
We’re done aren’t
We done done
Take your nails
And hammers and
Go on home
Lattes (for Bean)
At first you
Were the espresso
Hot slightly bitter
Smooth and small
Now years later
We’ve outgrown that
Now we’re a
Concoction of things
Some silky some
Steamy a dollop
Of this that
Now hangs on
Lips causing laughter
We are now
Our little lattes
Sprinkled with the
Spice we are
ForAWhile (to Bean)
And then like
A letter you
Promised you slipped
Back into life
Tickling like a
Pair of pants
That once fit
I once again
Wore you like
A beard outgrown
I’ve learned to
Trim to see
Myself beneath the
Hair you are
You’re not my
All I am
You’re simply here
For a while
For as long
As I want
And not you
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 