Sky
Heat
Dry
Brown
Doze
Crossed
Closed
Startle
Memory
Thought
Question
Remember
Voice
Image
Comfort
Relax
Breeze
Closed
Category: Childhood
Scandinavia
In my darkness
He offers laughter
From a far
Off place alone
Like a knife
On crystal stemware
Its clear tone
Pulls me out
Of my solitude
Like a dog
Which seemingly understands
His teasing jokes
About Swedish meatballs
Brings some joy
To me lightly
You do know
SundayMorn (to Bean)
The East glows
This morning like
Far off bonfires
Igniting blue skies
Faint pink rouged
Clouds hang high
Like dangling earrings
Catching breaking dawn
Humid chill prompts
Up turned collar
As I sip
Coffee outside our
Little NoDa apartment
Waiting for you
To awaken shivering
Clad in last
Nights fleece pullover
Like many things
We share together
Early morning coffee
The chattering birds
Dawns first light
And dream remembering
Set our tempo
Like daily metronomes
SoGoesYou (to Bean)
Let me explain
Like the moon
That we see
When we see
It most often
Shields the better
Parts of itself
From our view
Only ever showing
All of itself
Once a month
The rest slivers
Waxing and waning
However its energy
Continues to balance
Tides and affects
The heavenly bodies
Imagine a world
Absent the moon
Even just parts
Aren’t we better
To enjoy some
Most the time
Then none ever
For even slivers
Bring great light
To our dark
And cold world
Ergo for me
So goes you
SummersDaydream (to Bean)
Greens dizzying array
Greeted you today
Mornings silence gave
Way to song
High and away
Like nymphs playing
Among the boughs
Zoe’s nails clacked
Across blemished streets
Like four-inch heels
At bar time
Pausing turning back
Sniffing and growling
Like aging Cossacks
Sun lighted polka-dots
Shone on the
Grassy toupeed lawns
As you walked
Behind her blindly
Sipping your coffee
During summers daydream
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 