I won’t apologize
for not being what you imagined
I am not sorry you are sad
it is the only way to get
to green grass and shelter–
to spring
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Tag: micropoetry
morning coffee break
gray sky
toast and eggs
with a side of chickadees
sitting in the gutters
telling jokes
it is not safe here
pummelled by your
slick use of syntax
the prose scrawled
across each window
every reflective lens
obscuring your eyes
the shortest darkest days, our days
we creep, stealing all the moments
velvet. crushing. moments.
another coffee break
our love was like cheesecake
a lemon one
not lime
your fingers drummed time
sweet and sour moods
crusty underneath
what you say
what you always say
never satisfied
hurting with you
sharing
what is mine is yours
and yours
is also mine
even the ugly
but let’s put
a bandaid on that
and some word salve
it was not accepted
anymore
this new kindness
she had learned
but she never felt guilty
about tossing handfuls into the air
like choice chocolates
generously
some were caught
and melted on waiting tongues
others trampled
he was never
she could not
they were old now
and they had
forgot
opening one hand
then another
trading places
trying on
one another’s
shoes
blurry
I do not sleep
vases of lilies threaten
bouquets of roses are well past
still
all the words
pro·di·gious
and flying about
just within reach
bending with the wind they do not break
strong, like my children
they are stalwart
enduring, their colours remain
long after first frost
