dirt on the welcome mat

Monthly Archives: November 2011

memories face the clouds
still velcroed,
unsalted,
stubborn
sunflower seeds
straining higher.
millions of dark eyes
waiting for the hour
their namesake
will appear,
unaware their petals’ flames
are the beauty to be matched.


sunshine warm as trickling blood
and colors wrapped in rainy mist
whisper must into dark layers
of dried promise and future bliss

~~~
collected to rot,
the tulip bulbs, 

sad orbs misshapen
like old, dulled eyes
dwelling dusty and dark

in the basement, their ark,
their coffin sealed tight
with concrete carelessness


the short word,
third wheel,
drop that rolled
forgotten
off the duck’s back
and traced its wet way
to sales’ tax and fridge notes,
suggestion box slips
and last minute trips
to small towns


Hear the little fires pop
And sizzle on pale autumn skin?
Marshmallow roasts and hay rides
Bump down sweatered arms
As scary stories begin
To wind-whisper shivers into sweat
And bring breath to a boil.
Faces glisten
Apple-bobbing wet
As scarecrow hands and feet
Recoil- then reach for the breeze
Far from patched overalls,
The thick uncomfortable layers,
That fickle fashion of fall.