Oh I spy
Diamonds in grass
Early morning dew
Sitting and shimmering
Dancing like fairy
Wings or tiny
House lights of
Nymphs and gnomes
Glisten they do
Disappear they must
But for now
They but twinkle
Like galaxies nestled
In Kentucky bluegrass
Category: Bean
Spoon
Thinking of you
Stirring my coffee
Hearing that tink
Which once angered
Now woefully missing
Even summer knows
That it will
Once again kiss
Fall and winter
Relies on spring
But me now
What I have
Is simply that
Muted sound of
My own spoon
Amusement
You do know
That you have
Set the bar
High for others
And so many
Walk beneath it
Like playing limbo
But you oh
You you simply
Leap over it
To my amusement
StandUp (to my Bean)
The most painful
Thing for me
Is watching you
Fall and choosing
Not to run
To your side
At some point
In every boy’s
Life he’s got
To learn that
Only he can
Stand himself up
And face bullies
Whatever they are
This is the
Hardest and greatest
Gift anyone can
Give to someone
That they love
I pray that
You will rise
ConeyIsland (to You)
It is in
These early dawn
Hours when asleep
You all are
That I find
My greatest peace
You still sleeping
Yet I am
Now dreaming these
Delicate petit fours
Sweet and savory
Morsels of memory
That tickle and
Hang and dissolve
And disappear into
Another and another
These waves coming
Ashore bringing with
Them trinkets of
By gone times
That I collect
Like a child
On Coney Island
Wondering where they
Started then remembering
It was there
Of course way
Way out there
And reaching out
To the horizon
I pinch that
Thin line between
Sea and sky
Gone they go
Replaced now by
Your sleepy eyes
Looking at me
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 