2004-07-30T13:18:00.000-07:00

Just finished this. Dunno much more.

‘31

Your leaving left me like a war bride grieving
as if you were really gone for
good, better still with honor.
No letter posted from the front
relaying mined fields crossed;
No telling you’ve found descent into
muddied safety, sprawling under
smoke, beneath the battle, smug
with survival.

If I kept these home fires burning, heat
would menace air, and you would
make me choose. If I hung a star in my window
for you, it would only attract the dark.

I do intend to farm this victory
garden, small plot to tell practical fables
and it does, unearthing rusted small machines
that trail frayed cords like adventuring roots. I give back
by burying my oldest favors that were trouble
in the first place.

If I were not crouched and digging with my hands
I would stand leaning on my shovel,
then rake the gracious dirt with that polite
extension of my own arm, finally aware
that tools make us stronger.

2004-05-20T08:01:00.000-07:00

Aw, forget it. Just go here.

2004-04-13T11:09:00.000-07:00

First stab.

Miss Interpretation