dirt on the welcome mat

Monthly Archives: June 2012

the key on my necklace
doesn’t unlock anything,
and the band on your shirt
can’t help you sing

harmony sits like flip-flops,
right between the toes.

it spreads like the soft tinkling
of a new charm bracelet’s
bright empty links

it walks the spiked tightrope
of barbed wire fences,
waiting as greener grass seed
falls from both hands
and sinks


a watched pot never boils,

but the sharp sizzle
of stray drops
dancing designs on the burner
and the sun sparkles hurled
from the just-sloshed pot’s
wet metal gleam
to the top cabinet’s
fuzzy gray hair

crack open the senses,
spilling midnight refrigerator light
over feet, hands, and face


we’re all shoelaces in the summertime

hoping for cool
under the bed shade,
a thin layer of closet dust
slathered sunscreen style,
and a new pair of flip-flops,
plastic, to feel the poolside scrapes
while we sprawl each frayed thread
careless, curled, and comfortable
like the sun’s own rays


we came
dressed in white-
nothing serious
or symbolic,

just clumsy animal-shaped,
cloud-draped
dreamers
stumbling around
too close to the sun

covering smiles and handshakes
in bleached
cotton candy pillow fights
morning mist
and whens and whys


She jumped on the pendulum
Too soon-
Both feet barely curling around
The golden face of
Time’s unstamped coin,

Each finger wrapped itself
Around the gleaming cord
Instinctively,
Tire swing blisters
Rested on its bright braid.

But her summertime smile
Was lost in the back and forth breeze,
Porch swing memories
Splintered
As she swung.