along the street lined with jewelry,
cakes, and all those things that make a festival
a party,
are the smiles of those who value life.
its about the experience not the six dollars , she says
i watch the boys flip over a rubber duck
an S gets them each an inflatable dolphin.
so we walk more, holding hands, amongst
them all, watching them carrying dolphins, smiling
watching us carrying dolphins, smiling
after cake, two green balloons, and finally the moon bounce
a wonderful day.
nothing matters to the boys, except that moment, and
that their balloons didn't fly away while they bounced.
on second thought, the oldest says on the wa
Peter Puff and Penny Pinch
Slept so tight, within an inch
And on the night they were apart
Ache absorbed their swelling heart
Slumber moored the precious seam
They met each other in a dream
Into the night they flew so high
To the moon they shared the pie
Out so near they floated far
Playing catch with the stars
To the Lord then they vowed
To sleep forever upon the clouds
In the morning the dove would call
They were never apart after all
Years ago I could sit
All day on that chair
My body settled in cushions
Much bigger then than now
Half awake I hear the radio
Lucille, once again
Picked a prime time to leave
I fall back, half asleep
The audience yells, I come to
Higher they try to persuade
But on the couch he says lower
And from the kitchen she calls higher
Only Bob Barker knows for sure
Outside I play amongst the sound
Of locusts (or something clattering)
Once again the ball lands in my glove
Another perfect game,
At least twenty that summer
She calls for me
Fresh Lemonade,
And that chair once again
Out of the window I could see
He picked something f
Frozen in the atmosphere
Plates of hope break apart
Sorrow drips from above
Stinging my startled eyes
A hurried rush maims my senses
My screams muffled by the wind
Woe swirls around my cover
Chilling my smoldering soul
Stumbling over the outermost gate
I embrace my clattering last breath
Knives of grass serrate my fall
Carving ribbons on my empty shell
Splattered grief fertilizes the earth
A deep quiet sprouts from misery
Alas, the time has faithfully come
For the final feast upon my being
The birds of death will gorge themselves
While devouring my generous remains
Eyes pasted on your skin
Your sides are lost
In Salsa, you wink,
Encouraged, he whispers
We dance tonight and forever
You will be on my mind
I hope to die beautiful
After living in your world
Meanwhile I shake
Under a willow tree
That was once ours
We hid from the Sun
Its light filtered through
The green ribbons in your hair
Never ending and never revealing
And now,
You sway in a flawless love
And I am left alone to sleep
On the cold ground I melt
Into the dirt, I yield
We hold back our tears
Each of us shivering
Underneath a jelly sky
The Blue Ridge Mountains
Loomed above your peace
The sharpness of the edges
Brought you to your knees
Deeper it pierced
Shadows all remained
It was Tuesday afternoon
You waited on the train
Come home little sister
Come home
We long for the ways
Of splendid yesterdays
The time well spent
In summer's advent
Come home little sister
Come home
Come home little sister
Come home
Grounded in Southern California
The earth nudged you from sleep
The sirens in the night
Kept you from your dreams
Louder they sang
Teardrops all remained
It was Saturday morning
You waited on the train
Come home little sister
Come home
We long for