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Rainbow Promises

This poem stems from the intense challenge of raising three young children at the same. You love them more than anything, but love hurts.

Purple- Like the emperor’s robe, covering the penitent’s bruise are my little ones upon my soul.

Blue- As the remorseful tear and the expectant minutes before dawn, so is my child that scrapes his shin and longs to be large like me.

Green- The day-old shoot of a blade of grass, and the tart lip smack of a granny smith, are my newly born lives as they jealously long for their rival sibling’s boring toy.

Yellow- Like the sweating sun turned up too high to squint wandering eyes and my honest ones when they are certain the mountain lion will eat then on today’s hike.

Orange- As a neon big stick, sweet on the lips, but grainy off the ground, like my little pumpkins that please the senses while exhausting all parental energies.

Red- Like a blacksmith’s furnace, aglow with life that melts unyielding structures, like my little flashes of flesh, that break down all social structure, and yet melt my heart.

Colorado Vacation

We had a wonderful time visiting my sister and brother and nephew in CO earlier this month!  Here is a poem about the house that we stayed in (which they are renting), and a poem about my studly nephew, who is going to turn two on my birthday.

Poem on the Grange

Like a presumptuous pauper sits the grange on top of the agrarian landscape

The white house’s presence is announced miles before the rocked dirt road scratches tired tires

Sentinel raindrops welcome dusty travelers as swallows spin on aerial trapeze above

Mr. Manly’s air-aided layout leaves room for a wide walrus to slide across the great room floor

accompanied by his friend the elephant

Usually the hall settles for energetic elves motoring around the expanse with three-wheeled, two-footed power

The grange patio extends eleven miles over wheat, Denver and the Rockies

It swallows sauvignon vistas through its clear window eyes and sheds tears in two leather laz-e-boys

The fire department expects to alarm occupants of daily conflagrations igniting the clouds

Home, home on the grange,

Where the flies and the antelope play.

Where alone on the farm, stands the eccentric white barn

where the cousins can play all day.

I Spent a Dollar Today

Here is a picture and a poem from this weekend's lovely beach day with my family.  
I hope you enjoy it :)

I Spent a Dollar Today

I spent a solitary dollar to secure a spot for my blue minivan by the sea.

I could have spent five to capture the comfy close spot, but I would have missed the white humming foam between the upright palms as I walk down Surfrider Drive.

My dollar procured a thousand smiles from my red, ginger prancing boy.  No tanned olive skin, or bronzed right physique here, but to my eyes it brought a tear.

For five dollars I could have had a cup of coffee de' jour to help quicken my mind, but the icy cold dip on my toes and the brisk wind on my forearms worked fine.

My dollar provided twelve square feet of dark crystal sand, with a bum named Tom on the side.  He slept, we played, shared mutual peace and exchanged the occasional high five.  For five, hundred thousand dollars that is, I could have owned a San Miguel Condo with splotchy pink paint behind, and I could sit on my porch, grow old with my vested pup, and drink wine.

My single dollar unfolded. And opened an expanse of ever growing wonderous green waves.  It purchased the warmth of star kissing skin, of family smiling in time.

For five, million dollars

I couldn't have received more.