Chipmunk

 

Run chipmunk,

run,

churn those legs,

dart parting spring green grass.

 

The woodpile,

home,

nears.

 

Why did you wander so far,

where grass is groomed,

and falcon’s fly?

What was so seducing?

 

Run chipmunk,

run.

Temptation’s shadow grows,

talons reach,

stretch.

 

Sprint friend,

sprint,

and pray if you can between hurried breath

I hope it’s not your last.

 

What was so seducing,

to trigger such a thrill,

a quest for what you already had? 

 

 

A Forest Sliced

 

 

Once upon a forest sliced

arrow streaked 

from string pulled tight

arching bow

did launch death’s flight

hope was birthed 

the will to fight

Once upon a forest sliced

 

Once in Awhile

 

 

 

Once in awhile

her smile

creeps on my face

and I remember

traces

of magnolia

from the scenter of the breakfast table

in a crystal vase

there for me

to drink orange juice,

no pulp,

and crunch down a darkened piece of wheat toast,

lightly buttered.

 

Once in awhile

I’m reminded

what a fool is,

yet still,

I smile.

Mist of Another’s Dream

 

 

I see you in the mist of another’s dream

twirling

dark hair swirling

a cigarette burning ‘tween two fingers

whiskey staining your thin ripped dress

bruised lips whispering scriptures distressed

I reach

but you can’t see from the south side of the mirror

through fear

and black streaked tears

raining down cheeks

tracing hard years

pretending to dance

all while dying

fading blue

on the south side of my reach

chained in the mist of another’s dream

 

I can see you