The sky growls
As cloud like
Planes fly low
Overhead blemishing low
Sun in shadow
Cars buzz by
Like busy ants
Hurried by the
Days end as
Children like little
Raccoons bed down
In downy burrows
Evening in Charlotte
Category: Friendship
HereNot (for Christopher)
When I kiss
You I kiss
You and not
Just your lips
When I like
You I like
You not just
Your jokes when
I love you
I love you
Not just when
You’re here but
When you’re not
Lesson021
Try to remember
This my boy
Life is less
About what you
Do and more
About what you
Do in the
Face of what
You do that
Matters most ultimately
Sky
The blue sky
Is littered with
Fluffy plastic bags
Wisps of bygone
Moisture reminding me
Of my grandmother’s
Hair blowing this
Way and that
Across her bluer
Than blue eyes
Charlotte
The clouds move
Past sky blue
Like snow drifts
In Wisconsin winters
Leaving only open
Burrow holes seen
Lower clouds hang
Like large spider
Webs as jet
Planes fly through
Fields of tall
Greens and soupy
Moss stand across
From me as
Wet streets purr
Under car tires
Here in Charlotte
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 