Spring observations

My mother interupts you while 

You are talking to show

You the blooms of the spring

While u walk together

She points out each color 

In case you missed it

Now I do this too 

I saw an old woman

That looked like a little girl

She had a small pony tail

A satchel

Little legs under a short skirt

But it was her face 

As eager as the first day of school

Ever

To get the best grade

Mr Clark isn't next door 

Anymore

But his chair is

So every time I come home

I think I'm going to talk to him

But he got tired too and found the earth

I put the petal in baby nephew's hand

The color was so bright

He couldn't resist

Even tho it wasn't the big tires on a moving truck 

summer is coming 

I know that's good 

When you left

When you left

It cut like a paper cut that wouldn't heal 

Be Here

This is where you always have been.

what if it was alright?

life, all the bads
all the goods
what if it was alright?

what if missing that
brought you this
what if this
made u miss that

what if going slow
made it happen faster
what if rushing
made u pass that by

what if the emptiness
made u fill it up
and the filled
made u run away
to a new paradise

what if the door closed
and the wait was long
so the sun could come out
and u didn't have to wait in the rain

what it if was alright?

Super Glue Operation

Hours

of proximity

were warm bursts.

We swam through the chills.

In the concrete ocean, 

we were the insistent blooming trees.

Hours

they passed by

and came again

changed slightly

we went through them with care

we plodded

until we landed 

on the bench

Ignoring the table’s distant chair

Silence was our primary song

but laughter, the kind that comes

from those that believe little

and sense too much,

creased the sides of your mouth

and roared from my cavern

Poor circulation

a hand in another's pocket

for the final

stroke home.

Winter not relenting

spring succumbing

sauce and meat

dinner 

with legs crossed

on the floor.

We were before something

and we were something

The last hour

a super glue operation

You hold the sunglasses together

I'll apply the glue

Super glue operation

Hours
of proximity
were warm bursts
like swimming through a chill
in the ocean
they passed by
and came back again
changed slightly
we went through them with care
On concrete and grass we plodded
until we landed on the bench at the bar
Ignored the chair at the table's end

Silence was our primary song
but laughter, the kind that comes
from those that believe little,
and love too much
caused two creases on the side of his mouth
and wild roars from within my cavern

The last hour
a super glue operation
You hold the sunglasses together
I'll apply the glue

It was before something

and it was something

Reacting

3 tons of water
Dropped like
Bricks
Explode On top of 
Too many splitting 
Atoms
The 3 inch
Hand of a baby
Put in the tube
For more reacting
 damage
the company men
Calm us
The government 
Reports
The truth 
Eludes us