Season of Abundance
The grass he bled upon in the summer
is still rooted below
within the soil
across the street
It’s Been Years Since I’ve Been Yours
There’s a tusk-white dress
hanging by a thread,
tied up to the rafters,
waiting only for you.
Fish Skin in Sun
standing on the corner of Burnside & 23rd,
the tears trapped on my eyelashes
form rainbowed halos
in the presence of unfamiliar sunlight.
Glass Museum
Dancing in your garden
beneath a sea of glass
Every color a memory
every move a reminder
Art Museum
The sun has returned, and the saccharine blood in my beloved body once again flows like the warmed wine of winters forgotten.
Movie Night
The moon felt so big
The stars had to make room
They fell across the softly woven sky
Right in front of our tired eyes
Haystack Rock
Face down in the suntanned sand,
my long wet hair clung to my tired shoulders.
The salt of the Pacific mingled with the salt of my exhaustion;
crystalline contrast to my summer-born freckles.
Clatsop Coastin’
The bus driver watched me emerge from the belly of his beast with my 2000’s era Trek, and two fully loaded bike panniers. I stood up straight and peered at the road ahead of me.
Cornell Tunnels
Descending from the heavens
like born-again bats,
we held tight to what we knew best
and let the rest of the world fly by.
Rhododendron
We’ve been tracing your life as the ivy grows
Skipping stones with the river’s flow
Each day so precious, we try to stay present
Laying you down in the evening glow