spring birth

the periwinkle buds sparkle

sprouting like popcorn or pimples

butterflies break

out dark womb

unfolding papery orange limbs

she shot out into arms that waited for

her

birth broke records of ancient

earthen tupperware, volcanic store

too valuable to treasure too

priceless to score.

 

 

 

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the phenomenon of the single baby sock

the sock she pulled off during her nap she never took

is blue.

i remember how it protected her sole

until she decided

it was food.

rest it well, lost somewhere socks go

when they do.

 

 

 

people this people that

calloused lions hunt clouds hung too high

hungry ocean swallows sky

little girl next door swings

big tree holding her sings

swigs of yesterday sipped slowly sigh

maybe it’s time to say goodbye.

 

he hangs his head, like droopy ice cream

drips with summer haze and

too many tips

from people this and people that

saying here but running there

confusion like a jello ship

 

simple like baby fingernails and

snailmail why isn’t the color

purple

seen by flying things

sometimes we

make up

what we think.

 

starving lions like

protruding ribs and stares

neglect and scares

what if they could see

what they’ve done to me

 

it’s time

say goodbye.

momentary

smooth, green bench frozen in cement rectangle,

like memories that scare, scream for attention,

lodged in crevices of file cabinets on lobes,

creeping forward to say hello.

tin trash bin containing yesterday’s debris,

today’s discontent, stationed at curb,

ready to descend.

seagull licks ice cream puddle underneath pay phone.

man in purple tie clips by.

a cloud observes, cries, floats forward.

at least gravity isn’t backwards.

fresh

tectonic threads woven in earthen

womb loom–

shifting, shaping, becoming.

baby star blossoms,

chick tinkers with her wings,

light breaks night, shatters dark, develops

day.

one click and stark, charred film

fades away.

one tock tick and yesterday

gives way

to new volume.

kaleidoscope wonder world.

juicy jungle’s

innocent seeds

summon

cloud

tears.