Saturday, June 16, 2012


today I saw you through the face of another


who did cannonballs

and ate cake,

who wore battle scars

from his fort in the woods,

with poison ivy dotting his arms,

and I felt the vacancy sign

silently sway

in the breezy front porch

of my own bare arms

that will never hold you.

as my autumn approaches

i wonder who you would have been,

and i picture the curious eyes


and smell the murky odor of nature

lingering in your tussled hair.

it is in other


that i can see you

and feel the deep pit of remorse

for days

not celebrated

with pop-up Hallmark cards

of Woody and Buzz

and watch you


toward the girls

and laugh as you make them shriek

with wanton


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