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we all make streets
between breakfast and lunch,
finger-painting yellow lines,
kneading the concrete,
preparing its dark dough
for midday sun
until we are tired
and it is smooth

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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


There’s a bridge between us

But it’s stone and cold

And too close to rushing water.

You just got off work and

My rain boots have holes

And we’re forever sons and daughters

Of tomorrow and yesterday.

So simply send me paper airplanes

Or throw boomerangs

As far as you can.


Shredded paper in his spaghetti

“Confidential”

Stamped all over the sauce.

Meatballs ground with

Bits of brown

Curly

Phone

Cord,

Dessert topped

With sweet

White-out icing gloss.


He makes a steady sound inside

Like a million computers

Whirring in a

Concrete room.

His veins form a

Steel infrastructure

Unconcerned

With pumping blood,

There’s no room anyway

For gray matter has invaded

Each cubicle of space

Oh so efficiently.


Cherry red fingernails

Tap dance on a keyboard,

Callused palms

Grip a board and a saw.

Rotating wrists

Knit rows of warmth,

Muddy, curious fingers

Build sandy forts high.

Mind, body and soul,

We all work hard.

 


Struggle and rest,
Reach and retreat,
Each heartbeat creaks
Like a weathered
Rocking chair.

When he first felt
Earth’s cold wind
On his baby skin
A slow moan rumbled
Through his bones.

His first steps
On hard wood,
Wobbling he stood
Heel to sole,
Sole to heel.

He dug into the earth
One friend, one hole
Dead doggie soul
Dirt and tears,
Shovel down.

First day lived
As a working man
Nonstop on a business plan
Hours nine to five
Long and longer.

Bought the ring
Then baby shoes
Two pinks, two blues
Twice the joy,
Then doubled grief.

From the front porch
He stoops and stares
Splintered cares
Rock back
And forth.