If I had the time to do what I set out to do,
I’d need not one hundred years, but two!
Each Delicate Thing
Flakes of frost fall swiftly at an angle to the ground.
I should have taken a picture while they were all up on the tree.
But if we were to capture each delicate thing and flatten it forever as a file
quick before it changes
just think how many pictures there would be of you and me.
Draft
What do you do
when a different religion
comes knocking at your door?
“Uh huh, thank you, I’ve got to go.”
It’s cold outside.
I don’t want to let in a draft.
But could I let a gush of warm air out to them?
Oh, Library
Oh, Library!
I hear you calling me!
I have seven books on hold, apparently.
(And three books overdue,
and one that needs some glue.)
While you wait for me, please know: I love you.
I know you open up at ten.
I have four more poems to pen
and then I hope to see you again, my good friend.
I’m Going To Write Poems
I’m going to write poems.
I’m going to sit on my butt and write poems.
I don’t care what you say,
I don’t care what you need,
I’m going to write poems for these people to read.
I’m going to write poems.
I’m going to look at this room I call home
and I’ll find in this mess
something worth thoughtfulness.
I’m going to write poems and I’m not going to stress.
I’m going to write poems–
set my chair in the sun and write poems.
Cobwebs clear from my head,
welcome poetry instead.
I’m going to write poems that ought to be read.
How Would I Write
If I set you to random
and told you to play
you’d sing to me
for twenty-two days.
So many songs
that I just might
need to hear.
But how would I write?
Savory
Every sweet thing can be wrapped in red
and every sweet word can fit on a card
but better than sweet is savory
like a promise to do what is hard.