winter silhouettes
a copse of sailboat masts cut
from the dawning sky
Wind
Head out the window,
Ears pinned back, jowls flapping.
That’s one happy dog.
Cold
Warm, vaporous plumes
Her breath, turning to crystals
That cling to my face.
Color
How black is my soul?
The immense weight of your love
Makes no impression.
Reflection
My question is this:
Am I who I want to be?
“Ask again later”
Vision
My sight is never
as clear and sharp as it is
when my eyes are closed.
Distance
Sitting here distraught
Trying to think of why you’re
On the other couch.
Mink
Under the mattress
Mink oil, ball in the pocket
My glove waits for spring.
Puns
A witty singlet,
with nary a wasted word,
makes a uni-verse.
Wind
Head out the window,
Ears pinned back, jowls flapping.
That’s one happy dog.
Cold
Warm, vaporous plumes
Her breath, turning to crystals
That cling to my face.
Color
How black is my soul?
The immense weight of your love
Makes no impression.
Reflection
My question is this:
Am I who I want to be?
“Ask again later”
Vision
My sight is never
as clear and sharp as it is
when my eyes are closed.
Distance
Sitting here distraught
Trying to think of why you’re
On the other couch.
Mink
Under the mattress
Mink oil, ball in the pocket
My glove waits for spring.
Puns
A witty singlet,
with nary a wasted word,
makes a uni-verse.
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