We wait for the crabgrass and dandelions and wild onion
To shuffle aside the fall leaves, our feet crunching
What has died, our attention focused on sun and wind,
The beauty of not-yet-spring, oh but almost, almost. Continue reading “Almost, Almost”
Tag: writing
What I Should Be Doing
I should be mulching the garden and vacuuming,
Removing cat hair from the carpets at the same time
Each one plots more release of it from under the couch
and atop the TV. I should be planning the next chapter
of the novel that will finally get published and I should Continue reading “What I Should Be Doing”
The Artist’s Work
The mural is not your best work.
The intricate delicacy of the lilacs
That ate your lunch, as you said,
Smell like the perfumed wind
Of my grandmother’s house early spring. Continue reading “The Artist’s Work”
His Request
This morning he asked me
For adjectives. I said,
“You are the first man
To ask me for adjectives.”
Not that any women
Have, though that would not
Have been remarkable. Continue reading “His Request”
Etymology in the Morning
A stone cast from the sky by the gods
Landed in her garden next to a purple turtle
Because it was the only color
Of paint available at the time, not the stone,
Which was the color of a missed connection,
But the turtle which had been art and crafted
In bright kelly green and egg yellow,
Hideous amidst the spearmint, which even weedy,
Knew a gaudy neighbor when it saw one. Continue reading “Etymology in the Morning”
Unopened
It was not even ten o’clock,
And the coyotes called to one another
In the cow pasture. I told you
About it. I told you because you say
You are a werewolf,
Your breath hinting of the moon, Continue reading “Unopened”
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 