Passed over like
some strange dish
at a bbq
made with love
and with tenderness
opted for instead
a canned familiarity
I guess new
doesn’t beat old
except for when
new is the
older one now
Category: Love
Days
Some days
are just
sunny days
while others
bring storms
so night
is what
I’ve learned
to look
forward to
Squirrel
I have grown
fond of this
a soft blanket
kind of quiet
like a dog
who’s found his
place in sun
or in front
of the fire
let them all
go scurry about
me I’m going
to squirrel dream
Pine
I don’t pretend
those old days
are now gone
present and truth
are all that’s
left after the
layers of paint
and varnish have
all been removed
just bare wood
a knotty pine
soft and lined
Clenching
It’s only in
dreams I’m reminded
I remember once
clenching my eyes
shut to blind
myself from pain
but now open
all I see
is magnificent beauty
and my madness
is left for
when I sleep
and I can’t
even defend myself
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 