wither (or not)

for the fourth time
in my time
I have watched him wither
and
whither or not he goest
he speaks of it
for hours
(days)
of litany
I no longer say
do not go
(he will not go)
and we will go on
happily
reading and saying
and doing
until he does
go

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my eyes are brown
yours are blue
that’s good too
this poem needs work
it’s true
I planted seeds
that never grew
I woke up blue
I spilled my coffee

fireworks

last night’s dog day
in sweaty angry silence
melted into sweet morning
lime tea words
over cups, with a
steamy cover of regrets
and guitar strums balm

we cannot have it back
can we, that sweet
close smell of together
amidst shooting stars–
stepping out of our place
to face the world
again, with secrets

is it me on your mind
when this song plays–
1989 is a meteor
and all our hopes
have got to be enough
to shield us, if
you do not turn to salt

I want to hold you back
replace the air mattress
with a comfy bed
and all your favourite things
I want to hold you back
but that is not what you want
or need
and I want what you want

a boy left home
and became
a man of two shores

awake
the birds are early
they must know something
besides the dark
how peaceful to listen
to know God hears
every lonely chirp
from my heart