i can’t capture this:
the words, the joy, the city
it’s all in this swing
i can’t capture them
filled with adolescent angst
yet so forgiving
a summer road trip
(there’s not without one)
they live it, breathe it
i can’t capture stress
it won’t fit in this market
nor on this road home
a "staff shortage" day
everything canceled with tracks
(hope thinner than ice)
the Constitution
(a ship in Boston Harbor)
has won my man’s heart
a tavern lunch date
for our last family road trip
with all of our girls
all grown up, my girls
(they’ve been everywhere with us)
and soon they will fly
with one vacant lot
the clear divide of wealth
(urban devilry)
'welcome to our house'
they even opened their car
to the teens’ delight
if they could see them
maybe they could listen; help them
maybe they’d be safe
this is how it starts:
with a circle and some words
and a little hope
sometimes the night's lights
are only in the sunset
(not the soccer game)
blue sky Saturday
with winter branches hugging
the first day of spring
winter sunrise strokes
as soft as with a paintbrush
with red glow on snow
power lines define
the hidden energy here
ready to rise up
a long-shadowed pup
feels tall in the morning light
ready for the day
will the sign survive?
will Snowpocalypse happen?
or are we all flakes?
these pink winter lines
like angel’s wings each morning
welcoming the day
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