Thursday, August 30, 2012

Venus Looks Downrange

As she lowered herself
Onto me, she took
A sharp breath and held it,
The way a marksman waits
Between heartbeats before
Pulling the trigger.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Venus on a Tile Floor

She emerged from the shower
Flourishing her towel,
The cape of a matador
In the heart of a warm
Spanish afternoon.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

A Walk Through the City with an Invisible Bear on a Chain.

Listening for rain, like a kid on Christmas
waiting for the hooves of reindeer
on the roof. Please Santa, bring me
some lightning wrapped in a bow.

Thunder, the sound of a storm getting its license
to drive wet and loud, out of sight of the clouds
who now question the decision to give him the keys.
His friend the wind will lead him to trouble.

By mid-August, the sun seems a little older,
yellowing like the edges of an old photograph.
A scattered few leaves change colors --
in the mirror, the greying of my own hair.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Aging Bachelors Argue about the Thermostat

Smell fresh rain in the dark of the evening.
Brother Heat said "Oh, alright. I'll give you the night,
Brother Rain replied "Damn right you will".

Ozone and minerals rise in the steam
air and stone vaporized by lightning,
and the matter laid to rest until morning.

Jumping the gun a little for Poetry Thursday this week. Re-working a Facebook posting, maybe some good will come of this eventually.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Have I ever told you about the time...?

After the hail storm
turned the yard into a sno-cone,
The moon painted the whole world gold
like a carnival ride at rest.

When the tree frogs sang
over the sound of traffic,
the lightning seemed so far away,
Like a story a friend used to tell.