Leave the past behind
March forward like Romans
But rather than laying
Waste to the countryside
Instead plant the seedlings
Of love hope wisdom
For those three things
Will gain a foothold
And bear bountiful harvest
Long after you’ve gone
Category: Affection
MenHa
So many many men
Who look like men
Have egos as delicate
As a freshly iced
Pond in late November
One awkward step and
It disintegrates as quickly
As a sugar cube
Dropped into hot tea
And you’re left blinking
And wondering why what
Part of not interested
Is so damn damaging
As you watch them
Run under the hem
Of their mama’s skirt
SmallCorners
I think that what’s
Important is the small
Corner of the bigger
World we all live
In such a place
That corner which disappears
Like mist above ponds
Like dreams upon waking
But to us our
Very own tiny corner
Is enough to sweep
To tidy to decorate
And to welcome others
Whose own little corners
Got swallowed up by
This our round world
Firsts
What are the firsts
Of things called of
Things that before had
Been routine can the
Firsts of things previously
Known be anything other
Than normal what about
The firsts of things
Heretofore already experienced yet
Now proven different and
Curious what makes something
Old new again desire
Serendipity or maybe longing
For what had been
BottomsUp
I have always said
That the bottom is
The best place to
Start because everything else
Looks up from there
When down chin up
For when your chin
Is up so is
Your head and everything
Is shiny and new
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 