Hoppy come home – September 20, 2017

Hop-Along-Cassidy smiled

his hard smile, eyes

like diamonds,

so deadly and cool.

 

Hold it or else, were

the words left unspoken

no need to utter

the message was clear.

 

Where has it gone now

that either-or clearness

the warning of danger

that held us from harm

 

Bad guys stepped back

the good folks encouraged

knowing that Hoppy

would not fool around.

 

I miss that hard goodness

the laugh and the calm

that looked out at danger

and stood up alone.

 

Hoppy come home now

we miss your clear story

our range’s gone missing

our vision’s turned lame.

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dangling threads – September 9

9.4.2017

our swagger fails
in the flood
of whatever
comes.

so closely
fragile
is the veneer
of our powers
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we pull
the dangling thread
on this side,
and watch
the other sleeve

fall
off.

it’s all connected.
more subtly and
intricately
that we imagined.
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voiding – August 28

8.28.2017

the dog licks himself,
I tap words onto
a screen

both of us voiding
the overages
of our day.
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agingness – August 19

8.19.2017

tiredness
behind my eyes

agingness
as a process

fending off
the trade winds

of time.
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the squirrels are running – August 15

8.15.2017 [the squirrels are running]

the squirrels are
running
unseen.
but specific branches
are moving
thirty
forty
fifty foot up
in those trees
and there’s
no wind.

where
they prance
dance
jump
twirl
in a chase of
of passion
or anger
or play.

that’s the part
that’s hard
to distinguish,

but this we
know

that there’s
movement
up there

and it’s
them.
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why did you take my daddy – August 8

8.6.2017 [why did you take my daddy]

why did you take
my daddy away.

at age two he could
now talk and ask.
six months earlier
I had to tell him and
his family that dad
would never be
coming home again.

I kept the details to myself;
that he’d blown off half
his face with a shotgun
in the field,
and how I went
into shock
when I had to identify
what was left of him
at the morgue.

I work for God,
I told him, I’m not
God. but neither God
nor I took your daddy.
Your daddy decided
to go. And God is
taking care of him
now, for when the
two of you will
hopefully
see each other
again. someday
in heaven.

those who say
that people will be
better off without them,
don’t have a clue.
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adorable – July 26

7.26.2017 [adorable]

she swings her leg
upward
like a pendulum
of love

standing with
one leg propped
on the counter

all unawares
of how adorable
she looks.

such a good deal
that I get to call her
mine.
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