Grizzly Ridge beckons
to her craggy feast.
Spirit bear delivers
a cinnamon treat.
My tongue lolls
like a dog on a hot day.
It hangs out
day ’til night
to catch shooting stars
from our first date.
No clouds are too dark or too grey
to dampen the spark you ignited.
I stand in the rain.
Your scent washes from my hair,
so recently twisted through your fingers.
My squeaky-balloon shoes
squish along the sidewalk
each step one further from you.
If I had a rooster right now
I would make it wear these noisy shoes,
take away the annoyance of your departure.
Already your absence is a giant egg beside me.
The truth as much a surprise to me
as seeing a rooster wear shoes.
A quart-berry basket full of water
is easier to manage than your absence.
I would powder my nose with an ax
rather than be away from you.
I would eat plastic grapes, breathe fire,
drive a truck with a screwdriver
if it meant I would be back with you.
My mind has shrunk to the size of a pea
my body no longer exists.
I want to wash your feet, honor you
for blessing me with the gift of your love.
As each step takes me further from you
I walk like I have a tail between my legs.
I pretend it isn’t mine.
I pretend you are still with me.
east to west
I remain stationary
(starling: internet photo)
Little songbird pretends to be a cat.
Shadow of an eagle looms overhead,
peacock plumage in the trash.
Caw of a crow,
you search for your sound.
Whistle of a robin,
chatter of a chick-a-dee,
what will be your melody?
Wind gusts an arrow at your throat.
A bruised song unburdens.
A ripple courses through the leaves.
Spiders glint on diamond webs.
Love rings your little beak.
Fletched feathers of your arrow
shatter the fake cat.
Your chirp roars.