And on this chilly
Denver morning while sipping
coffee I watch as
the sun rises against
the mountains creating deep
indentations of the crevasses
the darkest of deep
which sunlight doesn’t reach
much like the light
of your morning smile
missing the pain of
our fight last night
Category: Friendship
FoggyBialys
I awoke to fog
certainly in my mind
but outside as well
And like my mind
things I held familiar
disappeared behind the curtain
like a child playing
Eventually coffee and sun
seared off remaining gloom
and I spied you
emerging from Denver’s despair
bag of bialys and
jam in hand waving
across the parking lot
good morning handsome man
Smile
Expect to stumble
prepare to fall
plan your retreat
and never expect
to triumph quickly
Those things worth
never come easy
Imagine a tree
just standing there
against the wind
isn’t ever enough
it should be
but it’s not
it’s got to
sprout and shed
spread and share
never knowing where
Just like smiles
Smile at someone
see it root
and then blossom
into a tree
of its own
DoDoDo
Eventually things do
they just do
what they do
I stopped long
ago making things
do anything else
Making things do
what they’re not
is fool’s gold
It looks good
but just scratch
Let things do
the things they
do don’t make
them anything more
they will do
as they are
LittleSoldier
I don’t understand how
or really even why
you fall asleep quickly
while I lay awake
wondering and listening why
why me when there’s
so many others around
why you seek refuge
in the tall grass
of my bed why
you huddle and cuddle
safe and warmly secure
and what if anything
I provide and promise
that night after night
lulls you into sleep
such a deep sleep
that you disappear there
though in my arms
rest now weary soldier
for tomorrow will be
yet another campaign for
you to triumphantly win
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 