Morning Poem # 2

In the gradual lightening of day,
I wait for words to come.
Outside my window, the bright flames
of leaves speak the language
of planetary tilt and early sunset.
Like the widespread skirts of a peasant woman
the sky trails tattered bits of clouds;
a lone jet streaks overhead.
Behind me trail remnants a dream,
smeared with sweetness: the addict
gets better, the killer
pauses before […]

19 months

Dear Bean,
You sit at my feet making a picture all by yourself with the skinny markers I keep in a jar in my studio. Carefully you uncap each one, recapping it after you have added its color in bright stripes to your page. It is raining out and for a few short moments, we’re both […]