Gravel and Grass

August 24, 2012

The grumbling man in the sky
dressed in gray,
Stumbling o’er our heads
in his liquid way.
We can smell his footprints
in the gravel and the grass.
We can tell he’s leaving.
He lit our faces as he passed.
For only a moment
Above the groan, and in his light
I saw your face
and all was right.


I Don’t Think You’re Pretty

August 23, 2012

I don’t think you’re pretty.
I don’t think you’re pretty.
I don’t think you’re pretty.
I don’t think you’re pretty.
I don’t think you’re pretty.
I don’t think you’re pretty.
I don’t think you’re pretty.
I don’t think you’re pretty.
I don’t think you’re pretty.
I don’t think you’re pretty.

I don’t think you’re smart.
I don’t think you’re smart.
I don’t think you’re smart.
I don’t think you’re smart.
I don’t think you’re smart.
I don’t think you’re smart.
I don’t think you’re smart.
I don’t think you’re smart.
I don’t think you’re smart.
I don’t think you’re smart.

I don’t think I love you.
I don’t think I love you.
I don’t think I love you.
I don’t think I love you.
I don’t think I love you.
I don’t think I love you.
I don’t think I love you.
I don’t think I love you.
I don’t think I love you.
I don’t think I love you.

I know.


Mountains Peak to Iowa Heat

August 22, 2012

Distances don’t matter,
Hearts pitter patter,
Rain on my window
and corn in yours;
Mountains peak
to Iowa heat,
‘Til one of us appears
at the other’s door.


I Think I Love Her (Draw Her In)

August 21, 2012

I think
I love her.
I know her face.
I grasp minute details.
I know where her moles are.
I can outline each of her small ribs.
I see the angles of her brows.
I  trace along her spine.
I know her lines.
I love her,
I think.