dirt on the welcome mat

Monthly Archives: March 2012

Sometimes we kid ourselves,
Reaching like stray
Hairs and lint tufts
For the pocket change
We gave to the fountain long ago.

We wished smiles well
With a blind coin toss,
Forgetting that
Copper heads bite
And chase us in dreams.


Throwing another year to the stars, hoping it
Wraps itself around
Each of the constellations,
Notching a diagonal across and 
Twisting a strand of hair, thinking of
Yesterdays.


I am wooden but carved.
I learn from rough paper strokes,
But when the metal edge bears down
I pull myself in-

I am wooden but carved.
I pretend that I am a flower instead, 
My dust falls as pollen,
Sunshine smiles
Through swinging bulbs
And drills buzz the bees’ song.

I am wooden but carved.
I understand “chip on your shoulder”
And “off the old block.”
I say I cannot rest with either.
I dream of a spring field to sway in.

I hope someone sees
My sanded layers
Fall like petals.
I am wooden but carved.


You would be
Evergreen in the
Spring, blending
Thick and prickly in,
Endearing your rough
Roots to the new season’s
Dew. They slither and hiss
Among the grass blades, 
Yelling shadows while
Searching for the calm blue sky.