And like a
Child on his
First bicycle free
Of feet I
Fly wind in
Hair adventure in
Heart I ride
Down my street
And now turn
The corner and
Down the lane
Finally growing up
Category: Friendship
TwoOfEverything
I want the
Intimacy of open
Bathroom doors of
Carrying finished plates
To the sink
Of shared razors
And of latching
Necklaces on long
Necks of fluffing
Your pillow of
Half filled cold
Coffee cups I
Want the joy
Of two of
Everything we have
One of anything
Aches and makes
Me just break
Fall
And there when
I stood under
An ambered canopy
I watched as
Leafy hatchlings spun
And danced as
They slid to
The floor below
As acorned hail
Dropped like cannonballs
And a cool
Sun slivered through
Falls dying days
BlindSpot (for Eric)
There are some
Things that you
Cannot see it’s
Called blind spot
Mine is love
Though I feel
It I cannot
See it when
It’s upon me
Then I trust
Touch to guide
Me to your
Lips for then
I will know
Contentment
Sometimes in life
You realize that
You’re one man
In a one
Man boat rowing
In an endless
Ocean pull in
Your oars and
Drift knowing that
The current will
Take you to
A place you
Never expected this
Is called contentment
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 