even the past
ends up at dusk
How it’s going: past (5)
micropoetry
How it’s going: past (4)
it’s been so long
i can no longer tell
which roof it was
that morning
i’d be a fool
to trust my memory
these days
anyways
How it’s going: past (3)
noble truths
scrawled by strangers
under the cold indoor lights
stone faced woman
vacuuming inside
How it’s going: past (2)
thanks to something
into the workings of which i have no insight
i have a greater memory of the door
than that which waited behind it
and of course
the long staircase down
How it’s going: past (1)
wait for the sun by the side of the road. past the drama it needed. leaning on the bar, screenplay under arm. there was a moment there to be had. but you waited, which made no difference
studies in blue (5)
careful
to stay out of the way,
the more i could pretend to be part
of the wall the more that became
an option for me
studies in blue (4)
through the million little
spaces for my fingers
i places the eyes of my mind.
studies in blue (3)
as a tree in my younger days
i danced around tending to things.
a fluff of the pillows here,
a shake of the drapes there.
studies in blue (2)
whole generations feeding it
and no wonder about what will happen to it
after. but to ask if it can feel the earth
is ridiculous. it feels the hot white push from the sky,
and it pulls from underneath,
breaths out steam in the morning air.
studies in blue (1)
every note played
in the morning garden,
a half a snippet of lively air
on the time scale of a tree
Sunshine and Wind 