wistful watching
sparks
through sidewalk
sprinkler
rain-
shadows behind
projector
claim
castoffs barely
left home
sane-
sisters chased for
lifetimes-
dragging others’
chains.
soily toenails
tap to
rain
flushing veins
of tree’s
tendrils spiral
skyward-
too sudden to
save each
leaf.
knew within
hour
we met i’d not
keep
up
the chase while
saving
face.
Despair
born of undug
name,
microscopic
shard..
of shell pricks
yolk
discharging
gas-
i ration breath
through
gaps..
in grab bag
past.
growing slower in my
answers
reveal rainbow cradled
in gaze of
boy
not shy to be
caught
in
skirt slit up both left
and right
sides-
inviting daylight
to caress
thigh.
undercover whisper
lingers
more sweet than
sordid
we
risk for restless
reasons?
reckless leaving
station-
teeth slick with
steam.
vaguely human
shape
behind a tree
leans in
no stranger to
shivers-
sobered by the
warmth
of madman’s
cabin.
don’t pale for
grief,
late
stages
companion
weighting each
second,
melting down our wax
museum
now available: guts of a tree (free of charge)
“cracks of forest twigs on dusk casting storm,
magnifying threats of harm.
held up in
arms.”
a collection of free verse poems written a few years back available free of cost as word document and/or
e-book:
https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/guts-of-a-tree
or here:
my thank you, in roses on fire.
stay well.. inspired.
in the shade of a
heat wave
you taught
me
that ponies can
still bite,
though we’re gentle
in the stable
and aspire
to play
fair,
buff an apple in
rosy dusk
blush
and
brush with
care.
hands in the garden 
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