Little more
maybe less
smidge bit
and dollop
so goes
this dance
of making
this into
that mine
into yours
a pot
of us
Season
Soon they
said rain
will turn
somewhere between
cloud and
ground to
snow and
my eyes
will follow
as it
slowly falls
turning Autumn
to winter
He
It’s not
that I
but he
and when
one won’t
can I
we us
and ours
can’t be
until he
and me
do too
Highlands
Neither love
nor madness
has logic
they both
are lost
left wandering
the highlands
like sheep
or elk
frequently sought
occasionally spotted
rarely bagged
Look
When I look
at where I
only see who
and it’s there
when I know
what it was
but the why
it was there
that I knew
that the where
was only you
when I look
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 