Thursday, September 17, 2015

Well Dressed Boy


He didn’t like cotton, polyester, or wool
He had no need of pants, or shoes, or shirt,
for he relished the feel

of air on skin.
He did, however, love
The cowboy boots that kind of fit him
.
Early he would rise, and much to my surprise,
He’d shove boots over sockless toes
And disappear from site

Didn’t matter if they were on the wrong feet
Cuz he left the house knowing he was
a well dressed boy

I think, perhaps, he had a floppy old hat,
which he placed squarely on his head,
before making his plan of attack

and down the dusty trail he then would stride,
across the road, to play with Toad,
another well-dressed boy.

I don’t remember what shoes he wore
when his car flipped and
spit him through the shield.

I’d rather focus on those well-worn boots
And frumpy old hat that made him feel
like a well dressed boy

And how when he was older
He liked donning silk shirts and slacks
Cuz he was becoming a well-dressed man

Yes, I like to remember him
Laughing and free, strutting across the road
a well dressed  boy.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

The hard silence…the not talking
















Hard silences
Like a rock
Split in two
Ages ago
Before you

After you
The not talking
Or mentioning
Your name
Weighed heavy

Like a rock
On my heart
Crushing it
As if
It were gravel

Monday, September 7, 2015

Hallow Eve

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The wings of time
Fly by
In spite of grief
And a pocketful
Of worries
Better left unopened

The seasons flutter
Like butterfly wings
And crisp autumn leaves
Announce the arrival
Of fall, and holidays
Fragile as ice

Temperatures fluctuate
A roller coaster ride
Once thrilling
As children bundled
And decorated
Held out hands for candy

And you,
My blue-eyed son
A fireman, a pumpkin
A rock star, a monster
Pranced and pranked
My hearts delight

Then disappeared
Beyond my horizon
A ghost, a star, an angel?
I lick chocolate from lips
Turned down,
like an umbrella.