POEMS

 

ECO-DOOM

The last
bird in the world
sits sadly on a broken branch
and sweetly sings a song to the shattered
blue moon.

 
 

KRISTIE

She was a taut bow,
Lovely like an arrow at the moment of release,
Splitting space, all speed and danger,
Then gone.
She was a snapshot
With a cheesecake smile.
A glance, a sigh, a pout,
A frozen flash of passion,
Now kept in a cardboard box
In memory's musty basement.

MIRACLE

From a jagged crack
in a wall of frozen rock
spring fire red flowers.

 
 

IOWA ENIGMA

The lake is cold and blue
like your eyes.
You stand before me waist-deep,
shivering under the hot blue sky.
The lake, like you, is quiet
except for the perplexing language
spoken by graceful goose flesh arms
crossed and clasped to your chest.
In your shining face,
clear and wet like flawless ice,
tiny teeth chatter
behind pouty purple lips.
A mouth that says little
defers to the eyes for speech.
For a long moment
you fix me with your cryptic gaze.
Do you want me to hold you?
Do you want me to go?
Are there words I should say?
Or are you just cold?

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