After the storm
a red-tailed hawk
swept
toward the comfort
of far-away
pillowy rainclouds
and I wished
I could tag on
for points beyond
this place
6.19.2018
Tuesday in June
6.12.2018
1976 El Camino
The odometer
when I left for work
on your birthday
read 44444
which gave me pause
as after all
we are a family of four
and we woke on your day
in our four-poster
Maybe this number
represents a window
into our world
or yours
or the pedestal I put you on
or the box you keep me in
or the highest-flying
diamond kite
no keys
I passed an El Camino
on the highway
and flashed on our getaway
flying in style
enameled tinge of guilt
because as you know
it’s a two-seater
there was room only for you
and me
6.10.2018
6.09.2018
6.03.2018
Fraternizing
The enemy
has gained substantial ground
establishing headquarters
under my chin
a brigade
staking claim on my belly
directing nasty companies
up my thighs
as resistance
seems increasingly futile
and what is there to do
anyway
but raise a white flag
or attempt to shamelessly consort
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