Saturday, June 23, 2012





pride

pride has a way of
bringing you to us
past charade
now repaid
your parade
remade
pride had a way of
bringing us to you
pride has a way of
bringing you back 

Thursday, June 21, 2012


bicycle

so justly proud
she having scaled
that penultimate hill
not nearly the behemoth
that lay at the top
of the park still
to be ridden nonetheless
her bike a new thing
a new old thing
rewind and new wind
how proud he was
of her persistence
what made him
love her in the first place
she started
slowly
building to the rush
walking when
riding was the intent
pushing her resistance
up a hill
or two or three
she counted them
by their curve
their steepness
the distance to the
traffic light
at the top of the hill
she swore allegiance
to the hills
each one, one at a time
and then she talked
to her bicycle
spoke in a whisper
at first
tried desperation and
that did not work
she planned then
after each revolution
how her ride
in the park would go
the monster at
the top of the park would be ridden
so she became her own
cheerleader
hoarse after a ride
after awhile
it worked she understood
the road and dips and
what hills
required
what will
and after awhile
when she felt she’d
managed the
overture
a heat wave
undid her
brought her back to
struggle and contemplation
she faced the hill and
said you do not own me.

Sunday, June 3, 2012



   blue

   blue sky
   blue heart
   blue eyes
   blue smile
   blue sigh
   blue disguise
   blue start
   blue goodbye
  
   


Saturday, June 2, 2012



   sentries guard
   an open book
   words scatter
   grassy blotter
   reader's bed
   lifts from a
   thousand heads