1.30.2008

Miss V.

Everlasting treats
Almost all sweet
Scavenger hunts
Saving baby wolf runts
Looking up, looking down,
Looking all over for the classroom clown
All the pings
All these things
Come from Miss V.

1.28.2008

pictures

climbing around on ladders and stools
hanging pictures of himself on each wall
so everyone would know he belonged here

1.24.2008

sparklers

their laughter came in small bursts
bright against the night sky
loud, fun, and without apology

1.23.2008

handy man

he always had just the right tools
for holding her together, and putting her in place
so she decided
having a handy man around could be quite helpful after all

1.18.2008

good use

pulling out all the scraps of love
she’d gathered from others who’d thrown it away
delighted to have finely found such a good use for them

1.17.2008

papers

she shook the paper into the air and watched the letters fall
from the page, small characters spinning out of control
collapsing into a meaningless pile on the floor
finally she thought, someone understands how I feel

1.16.2008

pirates

he was always running around waving his sword in the air
why do you do that? she asked.
because, he replied, that’s how all the pirates get their booty

1.15.2008

waiting

he lay so still you could barely see his chest move
his eyes carefully trained on the small delicate bud
when it finally opened he smiled knowing
this was exactly what he was waiting for

1.14.2008

tickled

few things brought the air deep into his lungs like that laughter
full, strong, rolling, as firm as the fingers in his ribs

1.13.2008

letters

t-r-i-p-l-e
triple points he said as he took the last good space on the board
f-i-n-e
she spelled with her remaining letters
but you do realize that this means you have to clean up the game

1.11.2008

windows

he liked the days when it was warm enough to drive with the windows down
something about how it gave his thoughts more room to stretch out and breathe

1.10.2008

forgetting

she always said the reason she was forgetting the details
was because a genious has to save room for the really important stuff

1.09.2008

tapestry

deep red full of passion
gray knotted philosophy debates
soft yellow afternoons of laughter
wet green grass beneath jogging feet
golden amber syrup drizzled over pancakes
bold black letters spilling across the scrabble board
threads intertwining lives, creating the pattern of this
tapestry

1.02.2008

stoplights

ruby red stoplights hung against a shimmering sky of gold and bronze
the last sunset of the year lingering, reluctant,
unwilling to slip beneath the ebony horizon