Sunday, April 19, 2009

...sun honey...

glad you should bee

little one stump side

jumping funny little bug

when the lights are so bright

the birds know they

are being watched

glaring sun with one wing

lucky to be in flight

a risk in the heat 

of the brightest path

get away with it

away with it

you go weathering

along today

Saturday, April 11, 2009

...still audible...

that tearing, ripping

sound is still audible

(no pain is as brutal

as the last gasp of air,

the ending of a life)

shredded red fabric

strewn about the skin

marking and noting

each lost memory

of the whole that once

was our body

Friday, April 03, 2009

...paddle-less life-raft...

the way the storm

came up and out today

without leaving anyone

with a sense of relief

or restoration

that the minor floods

here mean anything

in lieu of the floods 

in the Plains 

and the disasters

of a failed economic

half century, our 'cents'

of worth, failures

to rescue anyone

during any of  our 

major catastrophes

except those who

already had more 

than enough provisions

for themselves,

but squandered it

away as fools always do.