Stardust or the Northern Lights

Matter across the night


Stretched like taffy

Elements spread butter-thin

We walked one evening

Juniper burned and we were blue under street lamps

We leapt over branches and sandbags

Volleyed down jagged slate

Our ears  burned

I spit in the dirt and licked sour lips

The sky

Clean, curious

Lifting us up.


Mother’s Day

It’s a morning you would have loved

Clouds don’t care

Sun won’t burn

A breeze


Roy Orbison’s “In Dreams” plays

Repeats as I wake

The record crackles and pops

You would have liked it


It’s Mother’s Day

Alone and floating

Having lost its companion

I’ll stroke her arm

Hold her soft hands


It will be special



We must make it so