SHOPPING

past the breath of consciousness and common sense past the counter and the yellow line they stand comparing watches, sunglasses and hats, posing, checking the curves at the mirror for show, and what shouldn’t, voicing opinions to the beat of groans and moans, becoming bored they file out laughing at nothing        

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THAT WAY

before evening there’s an afternoon asleep   a recipe of gathering, irresponsibility   street corners the city breathes then exhales a boxcar moaning steel   old faces disturbed that youth is wasted as age burns the fire out then points to the past laughing infrequently wondering what’s left   digging into empty pockets   going … More THAT WAY

SAY YOU REMEMBER

a shoreline song youthful and free waves of gold over blue umbrella art the beach a canvas of footprints   voices, laughing, calling out   the chance of summer over the shoulder,   a pencil sketch of gray lines,   a song built from day,   a little of the past here in the present

SOUL PRINT

  youth took the half of me photos that never grow old   sandy foot prints left behind strangers under full moons   dusk and lost clouds dawn with a new start   a dream dismantled a prayer answered   recovering from loss falling into strength   the ordinary path the measure of  a chance … More SOUL PRINT

A MIRRORS VOICE

forgiveness looks back from the mirror with half smiles, like the lesser wings of angels   it’s the time lost, the unscheduled acts of life, trapped in water, with the allure of youth washed out in scars and wounds   wrinkles unstoppable speak a visible war of seasons in constant forward motion       … More A MIRRORS VOICE

HALF SMILE

Rodeo days slip into his dreams   he owns a crooked walk from a youth of injuries   unshaven   a tipped hat frayed collar faithful jeans boots full of stories   wrinkles honor him of places forgotten and doors left open   dogs watch him without growling as he moves on.       … More HALF SMILE

FREEZE FRAME

  black and white photos of my youth under a dominant sun with uncombed hair barefoot open shirts dirt roads to beaches bridges and paths to discover before porch lights snap on and bonfires send sparks to heavens floor                    

BETWEEN THE PAGES

The books she loved and left behind for me were the beats of her heart   scattered randomly between pages were small notes she wrote of love and hate a first kiss lost loves death and pain youth spent choices fire and sand trust tears traveling alone pictures postcards received a diner dreams aging gracefully … More BETWEEN THE PAGES

WELCOME BACK

There’s a silhouette a side shadow   brave with image soulful and longstanding   motion expressed with well spoken words   hat tipped blocking the sun providing shade for eyes of reason   at the edge of a clear stream he stands expecting great things from a cast into swift waters   ripples over rocks … More WELCOME BACK

MY PAGES

A curious wind turned turned the pages living in residence within me   paper thoughts and pictures of me tumbled from within as a familiar history unfolded with faces of laughter and others suffering in pain   the binding of truth and fiction is strong forming a web holding the center of the story firm … More MY PAGES