“you will meet a handsome stranger”
smelling of smoke
elbow too close
flirting with the skirt and pumps
who serves with plastic smile
and I look away
the view is better to my right.
April wind is skipping
the winter’s trash across the lawn
leftover thoughts snagging trees
regrets from mind and eyes flipping
no new month, do dawn
for this February heart of mine
birds flap heads, their sounds a plea
for me, my mind, my eyes, my heart
to be fine.
the fact that needs no debating
is that I’ve always hated waiting
some days I count beginnings
others, I count the ends
like how many times will
this boy, hold my hand as I brush my teeth?
child and puppy squat perplexed
pudgy fingers and rolling skin
knowing what I must learn
that silence communicates too
well my land!
oh my word
too much birthday
and skating on thin ice
words on the walls of my memories