I’d never
known before
that this
not that
would bring
to me
the same
thing as
but without
the rest
and isn’t
that marvelous
Category: Poetry
Things (for Bean)
Some things say
boulders get in
the way and
other things hide
and jump out
but you oh
you get in
the way of
your own heart
and up and
down the fence
line I run
trying to find
a way in
Tends
Time tends
but not
to things
like flocks
but to
promising pebbles
bringing baubles
to life
by over
and over
again tumbling
one against
the other
making shine
Left
Another other
like when
what isn’t
and maybe
never was
or ever
will be
the back
of the
bus that
last seat
that’s left
wedged between
Lake (for Silas)
And before
is water
and after
are trees
and under
likely unseen
and atop
float pads
and all
make evening
this lake
