Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Breakfast

   my morning surprise-
Wandering through the berries
  black bear with red lips

Ghosts

Flowers bleed up
through dirt
colored mirrors not
done with work

old homes and lost gardens long gone
not one stick of wood
marking where they faithfully served

Excepted by these bulbed blossoms
Chanting old address numbers to each other
Over and over each spring and fall.

This is where we live

Her Room

Presbyterians and others have drunk toasts in Monica's old corn-yellow bedroom. Mom too
slept there the first night; dad would have howled had he known.

It's walls fell and as we changed its spots. Now eating breakfast there most mornings,
watching squirrels out side the windows.

We inherited her dreamland with glass doorknobs and emptied closets. The room and we
testify that she awoke where I now sit drinking mornings coffee.

Drigg's

Out West of Driggs we passed the
staggered chewing fleet

Stretched across the wheated hills
Giant locust crawling along
Stripping the golden stalks of
Sunshine, sewed in countless rows

Woody sang of these golden hills
he must have have seen the
show somewheres else

Pyres of dust spiraled skyward
Each engorged machine
A dozen small trains
Chugging, laden, to disgorge

The Tetons watched it all
Another harvests end

Seated and buried

A headstone marks
Where the Lazyboys
lay back and hold them

Each with a remote, of course
There is no cable, only
A blank screen forever
Still, static, fading to
a test pattern, then black.

Northwestern Sunlight

High above Oregon's mist
lounges a pale orb
coy or maybe just bashful

She lies stretched out on her cloudy davenport
like a lazy stretching cat

Lolling in the sky
writing love notes and swirls
to rhododendrons and monkey puzzle trees

Hanging there with downcast eyes
knowing her timid glances will go
unreturned until

Raindrops fall through the mist
punching little holes with their
constant whispers of devotion

followed momentarily by tiny threads
of falling light

Beached Sun

Today's  sparkle is almost done
Running barefoot through the waves
With sand between my toes
warm thoughts
behind my eyes