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Grass in Snow

1.
Where does a blade of grass find the ferocity
to stand through the covering of heavy snow?

2.
A blade of grass
stands through the covering of
newly fallen snow.

3.
Enough snow 
has fallen
to cover
each blade
of grass
still present
under the
cladding
crystal.

4.
I love the tracks I make with my feet
when walking across frosted blades of grass.

5.
Even 
better, 
the expanding 
line of exposed grass
in warm snow that ends 
at the foot of a child's creation.

Petal Me

"Take your time with the one you love
while avoiding the sucking rush
of the vacuumer of souls.
For Death is the only one who waits
at the end of that vicious pull."

She said, "There you go again.
Turning a romcom into a tragedy."

I paused and said, 
"The only good thing to come out 
of constantly being disappointed 
is becoming good at assuaging 
the disappointment in others."

She said, patting the cushion, 
"Come.  Sit back down.
Here.  Next to me."

I said, "The world is full of roles 
and a role is but a gesture in time."

She said, "Some say love is like a rose.
Leave your thorns in the kitchen.
Petal me."

An Experiment

An experiment: put the face 
of the quarter moon on the rising sun
to see if there really is a deck of cards
inside a cutout Bible that the holy man
after Sunday service pulls off his top shelf
with news of a bottle of the good stuff 
to pass the deal and begin again 
the game contrived from birth 
to see who crosses the start line last 
running the wrong way with one hand 
raised waving to the crowd and in the other 
holding the queen of spaced.

I Said/They Said

I said, You have heard it said, but I say to you.
They said, Would you like some bread with that whine?

I said, Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
They said, WTF are you beholden to?

I said, Dog is Man's Best Friend!
They said, Why is Man not Dog's Best Friend?

I said, Look at how the sun rises!
They said, Turn around, the sun is setting.

Garden

Cultivate a willingness to increase 
your imagination of surprise
for the possibilities 
we create in each other.
Standing in the middle 
of a dormant winter garden
the location of carefully arranged bulbs
planted over seasons and years and ages
remains unknown until the work of the sun.
We are each other’s god.  And, like god, neglected.