Oh I want
but two things
until my last
to laugh and
to write and
then to write
about laughter and
then to laugh
about writing oh
and then learn
to add because
that’s five things
and not two
These
Let’s us
just take
a moment
and admit
admitting is
after all
forgivenesses gateway
and that
then maybe
maybe then
all this
will pass
and we
can again
maybe again
and stop
with all
of these
maybes agains
Nutshell
You’re private
I’m public
and what
we have
is all
just you
and me
and whatever
the world
ever sees
Barnyard
It’s always been
cackle and quack
moo and whinny
and those side-eyes
cautious and suspicious
that tickle me
you are my
very own barnyard
little ol’ you
little ol’ me
we never knowing
just what is
waiting for us
behind the weathered
doors of hearts
that come galloping
out finally free
grazing and gazing
LittleCanoe (for Bean)
Night came as
night always does
these long hours
stretching like window
sill sitting cats
it’s cold outside
the moon though
full not warm
awake and alone
I move closer
mooring myself to
you little canoe
reminding me that
night will pass
into the morning
when the luxury
of you begins
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 