windrag : poetry : journal

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Month: April, 2011

conundrum

the landlady’s dog relieves herself on the concrete in the back. there’s a dedicated shovel for scooping her crap into the trashcan. tonight, our toilet is broken. why do i hesitate?

atlas

i like a white wall. even freshly painted, there’s a landscape there, a map of im- perfection itself. i trace the routes i’ve walked and dream the paths beyond.

admonitions

keep in touch. drink water. go to bed. wake up. be gentle. give compliments. walk. just listen. simplify. be close. leave space. attend. let go. forget.

request

nearly 4, and already curating his collection: “can you make me a CD of johnny cash?” I, too, stared at the covers for hours while listening, listening with the eyes.

i am a flag

a score and a half of kids, queued at a crack in the sidewalk, straddling bikes, awaiting my outstretched arms to drop to race for the tower: ready, set, go!