Now the sky
Resembles my
Grandfathers beard gray
Wispy with patches
Of orange as
Low sun skittles
Across its cheeks
Blue dodges in
And out like
Balloons in Central
Park bumping into
White here now
Category: Family
Duck
Like a duck
On a pond
I spied you
There sitting in
The marsh pretending
To be the
Trees I heard
Your heart race
Smelling your breath
Fly I will
Giving you thrills
Shoot me you
May not because
I’m free you’re
The wet one
Pretending to be
Something else hoping
To take me
Down by surprise
Heart (for little Ben)
Today my heart
Sings and yet
Is sad a
Young child gets
A new heart
Today but that
Means another lost
Theirs remember that
When you give
Your heart to
Someone else you
Lose your own
SorryAboutThat
And like a
Cold winter blast
We became frozen
Stuck where we
Were huddling in
Place waiting for
The gale to
Finish its furry
Now the icycles
That we became
Are being warmed
By the sun
Thawing and splashing
Into the cistern
That we are
Fresh and clear
Lashing (to Jay)
And then I
Snapped like a
Wet towel growled
And barked like
A junk yard
Dog lunged like
A swamp alligator
And eventually saw
Before me moist
Eyes and tears
Why oh why
Did I do
That to you
And now we
Sit in the
Cold silence like
Late January winters
Frozen in place
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 