dirt on the welcome mat

Monthly Archives: August 2011

We started to tile

Our arms and legs

In cold blue

Porcelain squares,

Unaware that

Dust, to skin,

Is gentle,

But each soft speck

Will come cracking down

In sledgehammer strokes

On the thinnest of

Finished, protective surfaces.

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Riding the highway rumble strip

Slowly to feel each rise and drop.

Both windows down,

Warm night air hugs the sound of

Tires straddling the black

Perforated edge of goodbyes,

Stop and go breeze whistles

Between each finger

That dares to test life

Away from the steering wheel.

Radio static turns thoughts

Into black and white confetti,

Into missing puzzle pieces

And the quiet notes of the

Chorus,

         Bridge,

                   Chorus.


My memory of you

Floats in the river in the woods

Behind my house.

It sings louder than the water

Washing it smooth

And warms the leaves’ arthritic hands,

It heals me too.


in our pockets,

in our hair,

glittering like an unexpected smile

then dimmed to cold camouflage

is the fortune fools chase,

the precious dust

of seconds gone by,

dropped by the sun’s shining pendulum

then slowly caked on

eager skin

until aged and desperate,

it forms deep crevasses

to catch

hope in measured,

treasured time


Woven within

The white shell

Of your bones

Is a chain of daisies and bright lollipops

And musical lava lamps in full color

Stitched with a tie-dyed

Scented shoelace parade,

So your temperature stays

Halfway between

Birthday cake icing and

Fluffy polka-dot lampshades,

Your smile is chocolate brown suede

And a pocket full of money,

Your laugh,

Full of ocean waves and shade

And sweet honeysuckle vines

With little white flowers.


You’ll be okay
Because tomorrow’s pinky-promising you
Flowers and warm rain
And laughter bright as lemonade, 
Heavy on the sugar.

You’ll be alright
Because the sun’s already working
On a wake-up surprise just for you,
So colorful and new,
It’ll take the whole morning
Just to unwrap.