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she sells
butterfly shadows
and handfuls of
cantaloupe strings
in a summertime stand
just off the fringe
of highway dust
and blurry pavement heat

she gypsy flings
earnings to
the breeze until
sound brushes through
her hair like wind chimes,  
dimes roll from pocket seams
like dreams,
not missed
unremembered


his hand was as cold
as the shining doorknob
throbbing gold and locked
in her memory

keys and cords
kept choking
the copper pipes
in her old home

so barefoot she walked
the stone path
to the doorbell
rusted raspy

corroded happiness
dusted her fingertips
and attic air caked her lips
as she reached

for his hand


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.


We all need an outlet

I’ve heard,

Three little holes

Punched twice in the wall

With a yellowed plastic covering

To frame the intersection

Of human progress and desire

Wired behind painted sheetrock

And crooked family photos.

Maybe mystery

Tangled between wires,

A bundle of electric secrets

Just hidden from view,

Is the happiness enigma.


Dancing like bees
On the sticky kitchen floor,

Glad to be home
In their comb

So they shake
Dusty feet

Some more.
They hover hardworking

When the sun’s
In the sky,

Then head home
To honey,

To sweet happiness
Fly.