“Gale”
The suburban road
a wind tunnel — doors waving
as you pass through town.
Steve D
The suburban road
a wind tunnel — doors waving
as you pass through town.
Steve D
Sometimes, being more
productive means doing the
bare minimum.
“Beg”
At my feet you wait,
ever hopeful a morsel
will fall down to you.
Steve D
Once in a time span,
we connect in love, laughter,
a cascade friendship.
It’s sort of romantic the way old friends can connect with each other. Even after a decade or more, I still manage to find little sparks of humor and love with people I do not always see or interact with regularly. There’s a certain comfort in that, but also a sad longing. I think both of those feelings contribute to a more content life.
Steve D
Broken sky fragments
tumbling to Earth like marbles
pinging off car hoods.
Steve D
One lone seed cradled
gently, with space to take root,
can bloom and flourish.
Steve D
Eyelids flickering,
breathing slows and deepens with
sleep overtaking
Steve D
Waxing to midnight,
a silver eyelash dangling
before winking out.
Steve D
Cheeks and nose redden
as freezing wind rushes by,
spraying snow and ice.
Steve D
Words slice and shiver,
icicle whispers to chill
a heated ego.
Steve D