There is something
About the surprise
Of a fresh
Overnight snow fall
Something crisp chilling
And clean something
Just like your
Smile the other
Night upon arrival
It brought newness
To the area
Season of Christmas
Of surprises and
Hope that maybe
Last time will
Be the last
Time that we
Say goodbye and
From now on
A simple series
Of just hellos
Wonderful fresh crisp
And warming hellos
It’s odd this
This idea of
Rising from nothing
When things begin
It’s a firestorm
Ignited and fueled
By desire yearning
Fanned by winds
Of the newness
Of you your
Taste and touch
But when it’s
Over and we
Both lie in
The dusty ash
Of the other
When our landscapes
Lay barren exposed
And decimated maybe
Just maybe something
New sprouts a
Comfort knowing that
We’ve survived the
Wars of love
To be friends
Maybe something new
Quieter and better
Because we’ve learned
Who we are
For the other
Rather than ourselves
I used to
Run in the
Rain naked and
Now I watch
Those that do
With heavy sadness
Not because of
Their self expression
But because of
Mine mine lies
Here only here
It is in
The knowing the
Culpability that ones
Life regards another
That this one
Singular life means
Anything
Please America take
Us back from
Anarchy and hatred
And give us hope
That tomorrow will
Be better today
Do you know
By now that
When I’m not
Thinking of anything
That that is
When thinking of
You sneaks in
Like when you
Sneak into my
Room and out
Of yours like
When you eat
From my plate
When I use
The restroom noticing
Upon my return
A Cheshire Cat
Smile on your
Face and less
On my plate
I guess we
Are both thieves
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 