It stems from a
soft, untouched petal
A flake of tulip
drifted from its home
Now sits on asphalt
bleeding blue on a man made tomb
The road placed to
close to the natural garden
Weeds cleared
through selection
Little veins lost
waiting to be nestled
I'm here
Sipping on pink
sugar water
Drowning out the
shrieks of children
Made up or real,
it's difficult to tell
Dirty faces sealed
Empty snacks strewn
through the yard
It's the ashes that
get to us
The embers that seem
to never fade
The smoke that
follows us around
Until we go back out
Until we go back in
The moments of
silence have to be made
A concept bearing
fruit
Lost when discovered
When the rest see
through the bedding
That got pulled off
by a dog resting on the floor
Revenge
A short few days
drugged out by the sun
Drowned out at the
end by looming threats of rain
The warnings started
near departure.
A baseball game
rained out after leaving work.
A nap that lasted
too long.
Driving through
darkness on a route I've been before.
Clouds would come
and go like the neighborhood children.
The sun would
imprint it's reign through all objects
Leaving cooked rare
skin on shoulders and cheek bones
Fog would arrive in
the morning
Maybe some mist
between takes
But the rain system
slowed its crawl
And drew out it's
welcome.
Until it came after
dinner, a long break from the action
Leaving me with a
small window to look from
Hardly see the lake
through the droplets
Holding hard on the
porches window.
