Saturday, August 24, 2013

I wouldn't have expected

I wouldn't have expected your hair to turn that color
of the north hill when it bloomed and pollinated 
too early in the year. 

I knew, though, the grass stains 
from tackling old friends around the RC airplane field
would endure till now. 

The soil has been kind for catching me
and I haven't learned to expect your newness.  

Sunday, August 18, 2013

a half hour of clarity

I moved our house without encouragement,
   lifted the cardboard without
      the weight of youth's end.

The jarring chord wakes me
   from sleepwalk, but our home
      will be my joy again.

Every patron drinks for familiarity,
   for quick-draw comfort--soon my family
      sleeps in thorough calm.

The white comforter isn't warm,
   doesn't stop my chills.
       I should have slept outside.

Half my paycheck earned me opiates,
   and half my night earned me
      a half hour of clarity.