rain falls on my jacket hood popping like popcorn minus the smell of salt and theater butter no lights dim but i see the coming attractions blackberry blossoms and buzzing bumblebees
Tag: NaPoWriMo2022
out of the ground (20220419)
the worms don't give a shit about getting stepped on until after it happens trying to escape drowning they undulate across asphalt from soaked grass and wet clay only to exhaust themselves in puddles be picked off by the robins who strut around like easy pickings are a testament to their hunting prowess or dry out as crispy rings stranded in the heat too far from the moist earth but safe from drowning at last today the sun was out this is not an allegory today the sky was blue and the clouds were puffy and white this is not a metaphor today the grass was green and i avoided being a worm and i avoided being the foot that steps on worms
after gathering light (20220418)
in the yard one dinosaur screams while the others scratch earth wet from morning rain
escape of the soul (20220417)
you can't put the soul back in the tube once you have squeezed it out cut it into pieces with pinking shears if you must still it will not be contained each piece floats a blossom a satin moth on winds unfelt
the weather (20220416)
no rain the forecast
sudden hailstorm
evening walk postponed
the housing market (20220414)
snails are rare here they were everywhere in southern california especially after a good rain they'd exit flower beds and rock gardens meet up on the sidewalk to discuss the imminent end of the world here it is slugs banana, leopard, dark black ones like oozing wet chocolate caramels i find a snail on the driveway solitary carrying his refuge his defenses on his back or maybe his burden is light he takes a trip to the grass just in case the robins are interested in entertaining a guest at breakfast i look for him later but I do not see him a trail of glistening nail snot he has taken his house and moved on without so much as a "for sale" sign
ts’ístn sméyis (20220413)
deer why do you leap in front of my car at the last second deciding you don't want or need to wait until i pass is there something urgent that requires your attention but you took a year off my life and probably your own and I am grateful for brakes and a dry road today
damage (20220412)
this fir tree grew
as twins
two trunks in the soft earth
on the slope
one has fallen
uprooted by wind
betrayed by loose
wet soil
its roots exposed
the twin remains
still tall
but leaning now
trunk twisted
and cracked
they explain nothing
they explain everything
white noise (20220411)
suppose that the buzzing is not tinnitus earwax neuronal demyelination damaged blood vessels psychosomatic or finger jammed in too far earbuds too tight music too loud suppose it is a bee a hummingbird the susurration of leaves the slippery hiss of sea foam too much of everything all the time but in a good way a baby waking up the whisper of the universe coming into being every time your eyes open
green dream for a wet day (20220410)
i would be moss cling to trees and rocks favor the wet shade whisper to the field mice the woods a hair less wet than the sea and not as salty i would live feather soft breathe in soil and wind and dream about the south side of the tree
Words and Feathers 