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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.

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Braid the sunset
And weave the river slow-
Let it sparkle between burnt evening strands,
Hold my hands.
Take my soul
And look through it into the light
That flows between water and sky,
Soothe from it the night
That scratches deep
With clock-face fingers.
Keep the morning shadows too-
Let smooth sun slants
Warm my face,
Illuminate you
In the daybreak.


why

because I don’t have the patience
to grow my hair really long
because you made up lyrics
to an instrumental song
because we write our letters crooked
and doodle so straight
because they didn’t see you slip in
and marked us both late


her secrets are safe
between her toes
she goes barefoot
on mud puddle days
and river-wades
and the wild-sown silents
slosh over and sink ground
dirt brown and so soft
everyone knows the smell
and sound
but nobody looks


Every revolution of the sun
Is marked
In its core
By the click of a
Seatbelt buckle 
Whose metal heat has blistered
The thumbs of a thousand.
Stovetops with an equal status
Are struck with matches
Until the sound of a bb bullet
In old green bean can
Echoes and spins and escapes,
Curling each ray
On its way back to earth.


in our pockets,

in our hair,

glittering like an unexpected smile

then dimmed to cold camouflage

is the fortune fools chase,

the precious dust

of seconds gone by,

dropped by the sun’s shining pendulum

then slowly caked on

eager skin

until aged and desperate,

it forms deep crevasses

to catch

hope in measured,

treasured time


Seconds should tick,

Not flicker down,

Digitally compressing

Until they fly away,

Spinning green

Like little lights

On a UFO.

Life is time,

Time is sound.

Rounded fingernails click

On the tabletop,

Mental metronome

Sensory overload,

Don’t drop

The tempo.