|There's no place I'd rather be than here in this quiet common place where late morning sun meets the scent of concrete and cut grass stirring.|
|The sky fell on my toes and I was a fast runner.|
|Tonight in the dark kitchen only the stainless steel sink holds the moon.|
|She was steward of the smallest things: pair of dead bees in the windowsill, Santa ring cluster of elm seeds in their felted coils.|
|Bad Day |
The red lid unscrewed from the jar of extra crunchy almost empty and the dull, mounded spoon half shoved in my mouth says it all - I don't want to talk.
|Steal it. Go. Feed the rush. Take off the throw, the catch, the slide. Safe.|
|Second Love He kissed the girl in the ballerina skirt. It was a long one- like the kiss- drenching her sneakers in tulle.|
Maybe these poems were written by the person who left the foot prints here.