Long and Lean

Though the poems presented here may seem new to a reader, they are not really all that new to me. Some are older than my step children. I can't wait to see what finally happens.

Someday

my shelter will move quickly

like the hands of smiles.
An enchantment of seekers
haunts distant hurricanes
pretending to waltz inside loneliness.

Subways ache to warm feet

hiding from a cotton moon.
Dodging comfort, half-slice heels

rest in the stern of tight shoes.

Days without words walk open armed.

Cloudy tumbleweeds, pushed along

by gusts of rabbit zagging wind, roll.
Dying memories behind dulling ears
dart from mind's weary scenario.
Tomorrow waits for passing thunder.