There is this
Way that we
Talk like cooking
Together gathering this
And that dicing
And then tossing
Them to boil
The intoxicating aromas
Of ideas simmering
Like playing a
Lazy game of
Catch lobbing ideas
At one another
Like a baseball
As we sit
Down to devour
This thing that
We created together
A saucy repartee
And someone did
At long last
Use my words
To contact me
Like the echo
In the canyon
Bumpity bump bump
Typed came back
Like a letter
Returned to sender
And I knew
That these words
That I write
Found their way
Finally to another
How many times
Have you been
Thrown from a
Horse he asked
A horse never
A metaphor horse
Far too many
Times I replied
And what do
You do then
He cautiously asked
I walk back
To the paddock
To find another
Far less ornery
I replied laughing
One like me
He shyly asked
One like you
I said trotting
Hopefully once again
As I age
And more things
Appear behind me
Like missed exits
I am confident
That things remain
Still in front
Yet to be
Explored and discovered
And like that
One little leaf
Way out there
On skinny branches
I do know
In order to
Find anything new
I must then
Choose to remain
Always looking ahead
And never content
With things behind
You were excellent
At placing commas
Like as you
Said they were
Pauses from you
To me kisses
And winks and
Deliberate deliberating sighs
Teasing rather I
Think knowing that
Soon and for
Certain will come
That damned period
Ending all this
Taunting rambling poppycock
It’s being thrown
From the horse
That makes horseback
Riding so thrilling
It’s not trotting
Cantering even galloping
That enchants me
But that sudden
Stark stop when
You’re abruptly airborne
Flailing and uncertain
Where you’ll land
But certain that
You will and
After the bouncity
Bounce bounce you
Then reflect saying
Now that was
One helluva ride
Same with lovers
And with breakups
Oh how I
Do enjoy lovers
But I love
Even more that
Woozy breakup and
Bumpity bump bump
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 