dirt on the welcome mat

Monthly Archives: May 2012

the sin we’ve sown
chokes as it blooms
bright yellow,
its dark face mocks the sun

the skin we’ve grown
shifts with weight
and worry,
and wisdom doesn’t keep
the wrinkles away

the wind we’ve known
lifts grime and treasure
with the same late whistle
to which trees, grass, and legs
tremble and sway
like ticks holding on
to skin and blood

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sticky night air
dream walks
drizzle doughnut glaze
over child thoughts
until the moon’s
hard honeycomb glow
hits glass jar sides
like fireflies
and escape seems
to drip soft from
the sweetest star