Spring Beauties

I go back to those days

when you were the small one

when “the creek” fed through our hearts

and Spring Beauties blossomed

just for us

red clay feet and knotted hair

chestnut and gold

a tangle of imagination

long olden days

long golden days

how did they get away?

you loved me then

without knowing my shame

you had baby eyes

you belonged to me

and I was yours, too

now I would follow you anywhere

but your baby eyes fell out

and you flew away to California

“the creek” still runs

my heart burnt up

my heart burnt up and smoked the oaks

ashes kiss the May Apples

Spring Beauties

will always bloom

just for us

Dance

all the world is a beauty

all my heart is mine to give

and I will cut it out of me

and share it

I will serve it up while I dance

you will devour it

and proclaim it stringy

and leave too much on the plate

as you look for more succulent fare

all the world is a beauty

all the world

is a beauty

and my heart is mine to give

I dance

I dance

I dance

Hope

 

hope is an uneasy

friend to me

we walk side by side

but never hold hands

sometimes

we have a grand time

a stomping strutting gleaming time

a champagne and caviar time

a never go to bed time

I feel a little bit golden then

but when it gets brittle

it cracks

and when it’s dark

the lights from the city

wont sparkle

I remember hope

has no love for me

so I take my restless friend to bed

I wait out the lonely

and I am

while hope rests

 

Theatre

in the great play of life

i am scenery

a shrub in the background

with maybe a little bird on it

and I’ve been in too many scenes

my paint is chipping

my bird is faded

probably

after the next production

or the next

I will be chopped up

and burned

in the little stove

that the cheap chorus girls

dress in front of

 

 

 

Just So

this smile
my laughter
the curious way in which I see the world

you may not own it

if I gave the wrong impression
I beg pardon
I am not long on this earth
and I fumble with the social graces

my love is free
however
please be gentle when you take it
and return it
not TOO badly shaken

if you cannot do this
do not partake of me

Highbeams

in all the places we could have met
we somehow bumped shoulders here
you smiled
assured of my strength
in fact you named me so
even said the words aloud!
the fragility of my ego
tucked safely from view
the rouge and powder
a haven

when the lights go out
and the car pulls out of the drive
it’s all I have left for company
I sweep the floor
I feed the birds
I fold the laundry
the rouge
and powder
rub off

if I am strong
it is because I crumble
the walls
are only so high
I treasure the ones
who pick through the rubble
to sit with me awhile

coming or going
in the sun or in the dark
the baby cries
the potted plants grow
the bricks
fall down
around me

and you
are driving home
with the lights on

The Garden

I saved it all

lumps of wax
bits of string
cool
pasty
mud
and vials of grit

every word that ever rocked over me
every thought that ever flew through me

the wind that whistled though the cracks
left me breathless
on my knees
finished

how does one take up the pieces?
can we bring us back from there?
the cracks are so wide
the building MUST fall

I saved it all

all the trash you never wanted
all those ugly bits
stop up the cracks
just a little

I hold myself dear