Sunday, December 23, 2007

Your Birthday

Coppola had said he couldn’t believe something so specific could be gone

Our going-away party
coincided with your birthday this year
miles away but the same idea:
we all think we’re special
we all think we’ll be missed.
I missed you THAT night
looking at strange pictures
of you & Roland (a goddamn cat)
on a cell phone. Dork.

THAT night.

But Seattle stole another anyway –
In February I was there to mourn
the one, (maybe two)
I had made the pilgrimage
relieved of the longing
but you
in Fremont
a jumble of lost phone numbers
and flakiness
you know
we just didn’t bother
I imagine you in a small space
on a clean couch
with no dishes and a sturdy lock
plotting a future
planning that family
for real! You were searching for the feeling
that living life sucks out
you know
after all
life is never
that good.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

The Plot

dull knife
neglected garden
store bought heirloom
orange cherries

a tomato left un-staked
becomes a snake
in the garden
winding its way
through the weeds

a strawberry patch
filled with clover
in bloom
eases into the rest

four marigolds
a short and crinkly row
still important
to my girl

this is the plot
broken down
still alive
still full

Saturday, July 07, 2007

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Peony Thief!

a pink fragrant bloom
from our stubby peony
stolen with no thought

Friday, April 13, 2007

Our 4th Day Back the Robins Sang

Private thoughts at a bargain price
I spy at an idle diary

It was a northwest spring
early and warm
you took your tiny frame to the shack
with root beer and cigars

I am here (for you!) 13 years later
on tiptoes I long for you
I stare over the fence
at the windows of an old Tudor
wanting to see shape or shadow

I left a message
you'll never get
near the largest
I have
ever met

Left my One-Stars
in a nook

lived in and
filled with regrets

The greenhouse is gone but I feel the ache
the spot is now home to a
basketball hoop
I signed a bench
to the beat
of a