Standing after a Seat

the minnows spark into palm fronds then flash back to formation--a silent underwater explosion, the way your instincts react. i guess i wonder that if my brain sparks that often, is the destruction that follows something i need to send emergency aid to, or will the deep furrows and ragged edges fern again on their own?

i don't detest it. i just beg to have--or is it destruction? i guess one thing worth wondering at for at least a little bit is at what point your instincts stop paying to save you and instead become mercenaries for the perceived threat.

To Build a Fire

Shuffle with determination to plod.
Make deep cuts with feet along the path because the snow is so deep.
Night brings with it wolves and dark.
This man brings dogs and light.



So many matches—no matter,

The needles won’t stop. And neither will dog’s self-preservation.
Cold coal after cold coal and hands stiffen.
Try after try and hearts weaken.

Moons cut spirals into skies; trees carry empty heat
To catch his fingertips in disrepair.
Building things seems so easy—with the right tools, anyone can build a fire.
With the right intent, any flame can be beckoned forth to curl and to lick.

Winter sets a path, though. Winter sets a path.
Hands stiffen and hearts weaken.
His dog takes one step away, thus the vacuum sets pace.
And the fog breathes a forecast for no more fight.



And the hills bound along and roll into furling white.
And the dogs whip through trees like birds in flight.
And the wolves wait for the moon to lose its clear sight.
And the glows glisten as if they’ll never lose their might.

A pair of folded hands

There is a cardinal nested in the crook of the branch outside my window.

I sleep while it builds.
I am awake while it settles atop thin shells.

Soon the skin like bone will crack and unfold--
red feathers will blink.

After this is when I look forward to saying hello to the possibility of unfolded hands--
for her to look at me with curiosity behind glass curves
and without the fear that has so defined her nerves--
for those newly flown have freed hands to see what can now be grown.

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"He called it a "very odd thing" that strangers have a vote on his private decision to marry," says David Hyde Pierce. Yes. I think it is aVERY odd thing for others to vote on the private decision to marry.

I also think that calculators should be outlawed.