There are good
days and bad
and a whole
lotta in betwens
that blend together
like some kind
of baked casserole
using up remains
of something else
we seem to
remember when first
we tasted it
but as meals
go so does
much of life
eventually becoming leftovers
and then goulash
dreams become reality
feeding the hordes
Category: Childhood
TimeSon
When I hear
whether near or
far that particular
melody I’m taken
back to the
first time I
ever heard it
and like the
early evening whistle
of my father
calling me home
for the night
I’m reminded that
despite my desire
to remain longer
I must go
for someone somewhere
on the end
of that whistle
and that melody
calls for me
it’s time son
BrushSoapRazor
There are certain
rituals men have
for me one
of my favorites
is the elegant
brush soap razor
it’s the anticipation
I think that
reminds me of
my father’s face
seen in mirror
miles above me
sitting on the
floor at feet
and this tradition
I now carry
but now it’s
you standing in
the doorway wearing
my last night’s
shirt smelling of
me coffee cup
in hand giggling
ohh you guys
trying to be
all grown up
and just as
quickly as a
flytrap snapping shut
I pull you
in covering your
face with soap
saying and now
you are too
It’sFallY’all 🍂🍁
Things are changing
even dogs know
noses pointing north
something is coming
people do too
they rifle through
closets cedar chests
clothes hooks too
are beginning to
feel the weight
of heavier things
sandals and sneakers
too being replaced
everyday things too
much less ice
and more warm
maybe even hot
it’s fall y’all
time of leaves
and barren trees
and of cuddling
and frequent canoodling
of being closer
than close together
BicycleTires
When I was younger
I bent my bicycle
tire funny thing about
bicycle tires once bent
they will never be
true again unlike people
you can’t straighten out
a bent bicycle tire
but bent people can
I have learned to
never assume that your
being bent now is
being bent forever for
being true unlike bicycle
tires means being honest
with yourself and while
you may wobble at
first you will surely
eventually glide down the
hill feeling the wind
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 