Tuesday, May 15, 2012
The springtime rain is falling
and the road is filled with longing.
I realize, this is such a worn cliche.
But when you love with wild abandon
sometimes you are left standing
underneath a wilting apple tree.
The fruit falls bruised and battered.
Your fragile heart is shattered.
But the roots, the roots will set you free.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Do you remember our childhood?
There was the empty schoolyard.
There was a gnarled dogwood tree, white blossoms,
smell of brushfires scenting the air.
It was hot that summer,
sweltering, you bent before me
writing secrets on the dusty ground.
Late evenings cooled off.
Daddy brought us ice chips
and laughed at the chickens, clucking and pecking.
Yes! How could I forget this? Yes!
We were girls together.
Dripping beads of water, tasting dust.
We saw the sun going down. Going down.
Watching our mother’s back
as she waltzed away.