a guilty moment
met with
shame
for last place
finish
in
game day
race,
but i did
show-
no need to
hide..
my face.
mindfulness
man in the
road
turns to ask if
i’ve seen
her-
if we passed
on the
way
out
of town,
i turn to the
man..
and point down
the pathway
to a phantom in
blue bridal
gown.
etched in parched
bark..
where nobody
can see,
is a bond for
the ages–
deepest ring
in old
tree.
shy to touch
hands..
in the presence of
strangers,
and
so eager
to
find space
for expressions
more grand.
flicker
to full torch-
an ember to
ash,
ignite passion’s
light show,
with bat of
a lash,
no need for answers,
if onlookers
ask.
marathon
runner-
rounding home
stretch,
close to rest but
no, not
yet-
a few strides,
left..
‘fore
he reclines
into sunshine on
back deck.
last kiss unravels-
back to
first sandcastle..
on beach no
longer
within reach
of eyes–
yet wet with
hunger.
shrinking the
past–
down to
size,
reflecting on each
crease it
left,
letting go of
beliefs-
hopeful, yet
bereft.
tore cardboard
casing
us–
climbed right out
of the box,
to feel dust of a
fresh day
tease our
lungs.
colors of the
soul-
many brushstrokes
lack control,
wild blending of
bright paint,
won’t render artist
faint,
all colors of the
soul-
applied with loose
restraint.
hands in the garden 
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