I’ve always been blessed
But patience wasn’t included
I’m not sure why
Patience like other virtues
Like forgiveness and love
Seem to slowly blossom
Like late season hydrangeas
And remain long after
Our simple beauty fades
Perhaps late season virtues
Are those which carry
Us to Heavens gate
And let us in
Feeling like heavy crude
Freshly pumped from the
Wells of my nighttime
My mind needs refining
To remove the skeletal
Dreams laid waste there
Crushed by life’s pressure
And sifted through coffee
Causing me to cuckoo
Good morning to friends
Sometimes I do think
That when we argue
We aren’t pulling away
But rather pushing closer
Like earths tectonic plates
That when words fly
We’re doing nothing more
Than figuring out how
We can comfortably lay
Closer together not apart
There is just something
About delicate jazz chilly
City mornings and coffee
It’s like home here
Wherever here may be
And when you come
Out to me swimming
In my sweatshirt and
Nothing else to kiss
Me and sip mine
And sit across me
I know this much
City jazz morning coffee
Is all the heaven
That I’ll ever need
One of my favorite
Things about loving is
The knowing and understanding
Lovers have a shorthand
They way they touch
Look at each other
The variety of kisses
Always say much more
Than words ever could
So why are poets
Who use words simply
Always the best lovers
Easy because they’re used
To seeing their worlds
And telling of such
With their dancing fingers
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 