Shoeshine Shade of Summer
The creek glistens,
gurgles like a baby
lost in its own language.
I listen, the sound
a tender nightcap
melting into the grammar
of wood. Scent of lilac
a net for its story.
I glide with shoes
saturated with rain.
Knowledge nestles
into my belly like a foetus.
Stolen Dreams
You wish for a star
to ride to High Street
a glitter trail to swallow
the tears you weep
every night while you sweep
your brokenness into a dustpan
then throw it to scattered corners
This Land
Red carpet for an escape
Glide through town
on a rung of gold
stripping leaves
from trees
creating breeze
for those below
on the ground
wound to the earth
Cart full of apples
dumped by the side
of the road
rotting
Today
Drink lots of wind
then blow all the dandelions
you can find
Run after the white fuzz
grab it
rub it on your face
You don’t have to search
for a name
This is joy
What’s Left
The rain in your voice
thick as layers of smoke
hangs like emaciated ghosts.
We marathon to the cemetery,
hitch our lives to a dying star.
We’re a waiting room,
marvelling at a red bicycle,
hovering in a tree.
An escape we didn’t imagine
right here in front of us.
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