Month: September 2010

Wool

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you may think i have wool
that blinds me from your version
of reality. but i pulled that back
ten years ago with my degree,
so don’t think you can
blindfold me again, as you do them,
the bleating sheep who wander
in their field of frustrated naivete.

i will pull it back, this wicking wool
that hides your response in
its porous, scratchy fibers. and i
will see the truth for what it is:
without the wool, you have no cover
for your reckless requirements, just as i
have no reason to cover my knowledge
with the cries of your freshly sheared sheep.

Sunday Eight

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autumn visited
for a few wind-chilly hours
today summer’s here.

a ride across town
with a strong daughter attached
is like a new day.

three banjos, a drum
and voices singing kids’ songs
make Sunday perfect.

bike jerseys aren’t cheap,
so it’s a good thing I’m small
and fit a child’s size.

your question is lost
but we can find an answer
if we look deeper.

these boys like their meat
as much as Isabella
ate super porridge.

Riona’s face grins
in my palm like an angel
wrapped up with love.

no one can mess with
Mythili, who already
knows all the books’ words.

Beam

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just as i step into the light
that beams beneath the night
i take your hand in mine
and reach across your spine

on the other side of the street
is where our souls will meet
she will lead the way
we will learn to play

like children we could be
the ones who are always free
they make us who we are
we search for the first star

but this is just a dream
this bright and shining beam
the truth is there are shadows
the truth is in the hollows

your steps catch up to mine
can i reach across the line?
i search for what we’ve lost
our hearts caked with frost.

Ache

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i reached out my hand
(could have touched your shoulder)
but you shimmied away
(the invitation lost in your hollow eyes)

the words sat on the tip of my tongue
waiting for your beckoning call
but you didn’t reach
and i was afraid to bring them forth

your song played twice in my ears
as i pedaled home. you will never know
how much it makes me cry, how you
are in my aching heart when i hear it.

but we are separate now. and you
will never quite forgive my choice
just as i could never quite forgive
those aching moments that i sat there.

i reached out my hand
(i could have touched your shoulder)
and i am waiting here now,
the words caught (captive) in my throat.

someday you will define this for them
(this time i won’t hear your explanation).
but i will wish i could be there, captive,
so that your fingers could touch mine,
so that your ache is my ache, our ache.

Symphony

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when it was just us,
your birdlike chatter sounded
like a jungle symphony of beauty,
your words dripping with inquiry,
your passions intense with dedication.

now, bright new birds have invaded
our once-peaceful jungle of language,
and cacophony blinds my ears,
stings with acrid haste my tongue,
sends us spinning to the canopy, lost.

i hope that we can find the place
somewhere between the lowest and highest limb
where the movements of your symphony
will smooth out our tumultuous cacophony,
so that together, birdlike, our song’s lyrics
will draw out the best voices in all of us.

The Last Star

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as children we wished on the first star
(i saw the last one this morning).
how would i know then
how early my legs could move,
taking me not into the sunset
but the sunrise,
the closest star of them all
hiding behind the horizon
while i wished, wished, wished
on that far-distant star
(the last star)
peeking out over peaks,
shining its light on my ride,
spinning my pedals,
spinning the world in its realm,
spinning its magic in my heart.

My Last One Hundred Miles

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for my last one hundred miles
i will
pound the pavement with
every last bit of angst
that aches to pour out
with the spin of my tires

for my last one hundred miles
i will
let loose the screaming soul
within my soul
and forget for a moment
why i am here

for my last one hundred miles
i will
be the dream i dreamt of me
chase the sun into the horizon
and allow the night to
envelop my desires

for my last one hundred miles
i will
pound the pavement with a plan
that will carry me to the top of
the mountain,
to the next one hundred,
one thousand,
two thousand miles.

Monday Blue Haiku

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so done with this crap
that I am blinded by the
pink light of sunset

Parts of Speech

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Nouns:
circles and chains
sunshine and wisps
pavement and dirt
grass and trees
giggles and smiles

Adjectives:
silver and black
warm and blue
smooth and rough
prickly and shady
bubbly and bright

Verbs:
pedal and spin
blare and float
pound and push
lie and relax
laugh and scream

Cheer

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lights blindingly bright
beer bottles crashing in bins
standing in waves of delight
jubilant cheers, moans of chagrin

crack of the bat against leather
sand-dusted bottoms of pants
hands together, apart, together
disco’s crowd-pleasing chants

surrounded by America’s pastime
you beep me with your newsflash
and i cheer, my heart sublime
for the best home run of this bash.