I can’t snowshoe.
It stays too warm.
Cougars in the county.
I’d like to see one.
On Your Birthday
It’s been above
freezing here all week
all the snow
from deer season
is melting.
Complications
when I started here my wife
gave me a white gold chronograph
from her jewelry store in the mall
like all successful salesmen here wear
it weighed my left hand down,
silver and crystal reflections
constantly tugging at my attentions
I left it
for this softer, flatter one, yes, yes
weeks ago the batteries stopped at 9:43
but my ex-wife still runs the jewelry store.
Missing Connections
sipping rosé
beneath my rudderless patio umbrella
the recently divorced mother of two
is so
fucking
livid
by carpools, elevators, and skinny jeans
packed with stage actors
longing to buy her rosé.
I am White
A blank canvas
A surgical studio
The color of healing
The color of health
The birthplace of progress
The backdrop of achievement
The commitment to beginning
Again
I am Silver
I am a clean tomorrow
reflecting back a soiled today.
I am as much a solution
as a problem.
I am the color of
Definitively Solved.
A Hunger
When I am running,
left
pulling ahead of
right
pulling ahead
again
and
again
and
a gain
faster than
I think I can,
my stomach is empty.
My Breath is the Wind
My breath is
the wind
and my body
a cloud pushed
through a clear summer sky
ever faster,
ever steadier,
ever calmer,
ever easier.
Water Mischief
Liquid breath
laughs
laps
against a stoney shore
rebounding
into a path
of cobblestone glass
tempting us to an unwritten horizon.
Awaiting
The still shoreline
a patient sawblade
the color of spent charcoal
and spilled blood.
Miles away
a lonely lighthouse.