The foothills are laid
out in front of
me like lounging calico
cats speckled by cloudy
sunlight that dots highlights
and shadows different parts
of the same coat
Boulder to the north
Golden way out west
Pueblo down south ring
Denver like the halos
of the Rockies angels
Category: Creativity
Bean’s
And away he is
home or somewhere else
as precious as home
where he was raised
and where memories remain
He is of land
of earth and tree
of animal and sun
All gods to him
to which he prays
and takes and uses
thanks and is grateful
his world’s not mine
mine is of words
his is of work
Carry
I have a friend
that carries his dog
everywhere and when they
get where they’re going
he sets him down
Curious I inquired quietly
can’t walk can he
Oh no he can
I just don’t want
him to run away
How many of us
carry around others for
simply the same reason
Hope
Hope is the only
thing that I can’t
live without any hope
about any thing carries
me higher and farther
than even their promises
for promises to most
are meant to be
whereas hope is here
now and not later
when they are already
gone
Start
The early morning starts
with windows of far
off downtown buildings drowsily
blinking like your eyes
do upon rolling over
seeing me smiling at
you as you inch
closer to me reaching
for my coffee cup
ignoring me completely as
I quickly snap shut
my arms around you
like vines of Ivy
trapping you in dawns
very early love embrace
