And finally I
Found a mirror
Studied myself in
It saw my
Smile my frown
My cowlick my
Beard saw in
It me and
I in turn
Saw you for
You are that
Mirror reflecting me
Category: Friendship
Batter
Back to the
Dugout having just
Struck out again
To wonder if
If I should
Continue to play
Knowing that I
I have promise
If only I
Could get on
Base I know
That I would
Make it home
MorningsParfait
The mornings sky
Is heavy with
Cream like my
Mother shaved off
Milk and added
Strawberries for breakfast
Thick with dollops
Of clouds the
Blueest of blueberries
Begins to peak
Through as they
Did when I
Was a child
Not knowing my
Mother buried them
A sweet surprise
JuneMorning
The mornings clouds
Are like a
Freshly steamed bathroom
Hiding everything including
Planes and sun
The clouds hang
Like freshly stored
Winter coats in
A cedar closet
Waiting for next
Year or Saul’s
Heat on this
Late June morning
Endings (to Christopher)
And so you’re
Silent and faraway
Like the missing
Last few pages
Of favorite stories
I make up
An ending fit
For a princess
Because I fear
That the way
We really end
Is the way
That we are
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 