windrag : poetry : journal

after nap, walking
“dadú, hold hand”
crow caws, boy answers
head turned left

npm napowrimo

the unwashed dishes, two or three days high
the garden, neglected, knee-high weeds
not two, he already knows a hundred songs
what kind of life awaits him?

npm napowrimo

he pays the bills. he sings the boy to sleep.
he hears the dishes being washed.
he knows it’s spring. he settles. he remembers
feeling satisfied.

npm napowrimo

Tatet ercilis atis tempus praesent,
ornare facinci exeriure
Summy iaculis hendigna sequat justo
veliquat cum habitasse

when your best friend’s walking slow, walk slow
when the weeds are high, then weed
unless, of course, your argument’s convincing-
in which case, mind your manners!