It’s this
I’ve written
a letter
to you
but
I can’t
find a
stamp which
to post
so
I read
it back
to myself
hoping you’ll
hear
Category: Bean
Nothing
It’s happiness
I see
when looking
at you
nothing else
it’s when
I see
you looking
at me
nothing less
Manners (to Bean)
He waits
for mine
before he
does his
its been
like this
ever since
the first
volley of
aren’t you
gonna why
don’t you
and then
by after
you no
I insist
and so
went our
little seesaw
of love
Barnyard
It’s always been
cackle and quack
moo and whinny
and those side-eyes
cautious and suspicious
that tickle me
you are my
very own barnyard
little ol’ you
little ol’ me
we never knowing
just what is
waiting for us
behind the weathered
doors of hearts
that come galloping
out finally free
grazing and gazing
LittleCanoe (for Bean)
Night came as
night always does
these long hours
stretching like window
sill sitting cats
it’s cold outside
the moon though
full not warm
awake and alone
I move closer
mooring myself to
you little canoe
reminding me that
night will pass
into the morning
when the luxury
of you begins
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 