2/13/10
February 20, 2010
bright sun washes out
the laptop screen
snowcapped mountains
deep grasses choke
the broad path we used to walk
clouds gather and scatter
folding your letter
downsliding sun
in the tangled trees
warm and not warm
at the same time
winter sun
raindrops plip
the aspen leaves
fork in the mud trail
winter
burying the abandoned factory
under outsourced snow
rebranding Gud
the immigrant church
is hollowed out by English
at the very end
of the cul de sac...
foreclosure
shuttered street
the only sign of life:
wind-nudged litter
little leaf boat
on a big leaf ship
wind over the pond
February 13, 2010
zig-zag moth
my portfolio's
fluttering fall
hills
in aspen yellow
butterflies
grandma goes to college amber twilight
battlefield scene
recollected in tranquility
pear-shaped grunts
parting
how many turns
around the sun?
turtle pulls into his shell
when touched
onset of deafness
winter
purple mountains
and tulips
gray sea and gray sky
settle their differences
small talk
rain water
fills up the boat
trial separation
falling in love
warmest January
ever
googling a quote...
atop the works of Shakespeare,
a lamp from Pier 1
soldier comes home perigee moon
closing up shop
the hurricane fan
ticks to a stop
prize roses
disfigured by aphids
estate sale
lavender air
our bedroom wall wobbles
in the candlelight
skeletal alders thin hours of winter
missing most
of the whispered dialog
alone again
film credits roll to the end
go dark
the argument upstairs
zig-zag moth
my portfolio's
fluttering fall
hills
in aspen yellow
butterflies
grandma goes to college amber twilight
battlefield scene
recollected in tranquility
pear-shaped grunts
parting
how many turns
around the sun?
turtle pulls into his shell
when touched
onset of deafness
winter
purple mountains
and tulips
gray sea and gray sky
settle their differences
small talk
rain water
fills up the boat
trial separation
falling in love
warmest January
ever
googling a quote...
atop the works of Shakespeare,
a lamp from Pier 1
soldier comes home perigee moon
closing up shop
the hurricane fan
ticks to a stop
prize roses
disfigured by aphids
estate sale
lavender air
our bedroom wall wobbles
in the candlelight
skeletal alders
thin hours
of winter
missing most
of the whispered dialog
alone again
film credits roll to the end
go dark
the argument upstairs
