Will

Will

Will today. Be like yesterday.

Crickets, fans, shadows.

A dry brown leaf, wispy

enough to have blown across

my path, then, askew,

tried to go back- the

other way, again.

BK

Aug 2015

W.A.I.T.

Why Am I Talking?

A stone dreams of

light beams- tired

arms outstretched, holding up

bridges- drilling

swollen knee-

caps, backs of

legs sticking to vinyl

car seats,

red.

BK

August 2015

things

A Sobriquet

Through waxen slats

and rocking we

looked out.

You had more up your

sleeve than I.

But I, I was

counting.

Pennies, shells, rocks, clovers.

Pieces of fur.

The amassed

heads and tails. To

see- to measure.

The tarnished

treasures.

Order -separate

congregate.

BK

August 2015