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Last Night Today

 

Upon the precipice of sunrise

I clung to lingering sleep

Hanging off the edge of bed

Shoulder to shoulder

A bald couple in ceremonial dress

Rapidly round a corner

 

Overnight I formed a band

Or a team, or something

Ballplayers, musicians, acrobats

That scattered like windblown trash

Down a colorless avenue

 

A golden watch I didn’t own

Unraveled strings of time

Confetti days, minutes, and hours

Formed a ticker tape parade

Marching to oblivion

 

After strong coffee

The veil between eyes open and closed

Became a thick, tangible curtain

The morning news, same as always

Comforting chaos

 

Stepping outside

The yard was wet

The weathered birdbath

With the dogs’ blanched soup bones

Bathed in a dirty pool of tree runoff

 

Their marrow consumed

Dog saliva stained

Ant pincered picked clean

A cold stew of sunken vessels

Voyage to an unknowing realm

Ghost Wind

 

Late winter death rattle

Driven by lost flight

Of skeletal wings

Peep show lightning flash

In the conquering night

 

Born of doubt and ignorance

Locking doors without reason

Seeps like water

To the lowest depth

In the remote creases

Of the mind

 

You were never meant to be

Screaming discontent like a kettle whistle

In your pack of coyotes

Under a full moon

A shiver under fevered sheets

All promise sweat out

 

Souls become oiled rags

Inhaling the flared match

Your flurried oxygen

Cuts through night

Combusts dark fear

 

Whips through the ages

Ancient, uncaring

Lifting Pterodactyls

Giving credence

To the dragon’s breath

Despite

 

Increasing clouds driving north

The indefinite trail we failed to hike

Accumulative rain that muddied our tracks

Knee replacements, and arthritic hands

Vision that requires eyewear,

This trip was perfect

 

Sedona red rocks

Were dark and rich with rain

Clouds hugged Jerome

And distant towering peaks

Married Heaven with Earth

 

And Merkin Vineyards

The wine was pricey

But the flight delicious

The food not filling but satisfying   

And years wasted on foolishness

Was cleansed and satiated

 

Red clay hardened

Between boot tread

Grandiose plans washed away

Like mountain run off

Your laughter I missed, remained

Pattered like rain on the windshield

Rolled like thunder in the valley

 

 

Despite

Graying and hair loss

Years gone by road map wrinkles

A taste of wisdom here and there

It seems like yesterday

When our tire tread was deep

When the road stretched

Beyond our imagined horizon

 

Despite

The miles to empty warning

It still seems

Like our tanks are full

Like we were

Who we were

When this long, strange trip began

 

                         

                                  for T. and S.

Love Folds

 

Some things do not rinse out

Too many shirts stained

Sloppy eater

More focused on taste

Than propriety

 

When you were good

I lost focus

On everything else

Neglecting to iron out

The wrinkles before us

 

The detergent

Either too strong

Bleaching problems

Whitewashing tiffs

Or too weak

All the soiled sheets

That remained so

 

Our laundered empathy

Our hung out to try sympathy

Threadbare our love

 

I thought it best

To dry and fold

But it is no use

I will mothball you

With all the others

I’ve worn out

Dream Voyage

 

I dreamt you

Confessed having fish ancestry

Like a Lovecraftian character

Except you are lovely and alluring

 

Kept your hair short

So the soft, pink gills

On the back of your neck

Could breathe freely

 

Under moonlight

You were luminescent

As a school of lantern fish

I drew your silver aura close

We made love in the dunes

Like tropic winds buffet

A clippers’ sails

 

My parents forbid our love

Revealing the family secret

Fish people too in our DNA

Our children

Would be cursed and shunned

 

So we returned in the full moon

Returned to the roiling sea

Clasped hands turning to flippers

Diving to our origins

 

Returned to what we were

Pisces in current flow

Tasting the salt of creation

While the Blue Whale’s heart

Vibrated the deep, cool bed

Of our ocean being

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