spring

i sent you the name of the place we will not go
it will be where
if we would have stayed long enough
even another day

i saw you at Jackson waiting for a train
thank you for not turning your head

and when we’re together again, on a bench
snuggling arm in arm, nuzzling...

Spring

cigarette corpses line the parking lot
the dog howls
they call this place oxford
worn red shoes dangle from the treetop
look through the branches
wiry, tangled, black,
but whitened with bird shit
like the drips on my windshield
a plastic tub of strawberries
somebody left, now molds on the porch.
Ah, but the blue and the green.

lhl

The Spring Air

Spring was never a thing to fear
Air whistles in from tropical locales
Wiping the sweat from my neck
Paws daintily on scolding black asphalt

And I am on the moon, or Mars
Whichever is closer to the surface of the sun
Dreaming of shady forests of green
Cacti wink and hold their water in for the summer

One can think of snow drifts
There is solace in the night, earth's encompassing shadow