Saturday, October 31, 2009

Fall 4

hear the white pine wind
rain slips in under my umbrella
glad for the honey in my tea

Friday, October 30, 2009

Fall 3

wind is slow steady and cold
little girl holds her coat closed
lets go of her witch hat
runs, jumps, to catch it
as it swirls with the leaves

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Fall 2

the ball slices the air
catch, elbow tuck, run, straight-arm
mud freezes to my knees

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Fall 1

stumble through the forest
whispy warm from the sting
of birthday whisky

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Brick House Grind Down

slip outta the car
stand in the parking lot
stop listen - hum of cars
day is cold -4
frost is thick and white
it mostly covers the graffiti.
look down at the debris
chucked from windows above:
rulers, math sheets and pencil crayons
- no stapplers today -
rusty beer caps and brown glass
little weed bag blows, swirls by the door
walk past the massive wall
all those bricks look heavy
breath a stage sigh - huff - and walk in