Growth
under the willow
their spot
is just hers now
their initials
faded
the restaurant
in Mississippi
our names carved
westward wind
your fingers slip from mine
alone together
under
the same moon
do you think of me
too?
•
the thoughts are worst
when I am alone
emptiness
eyes linger realize
and flash back down
where the path ends
our foot prints
don't
sand squished between
my toes
seashells poke
the bottoms of my feet
splash
corral growing around
our suburban reef
•
my eyes
in the reflection of his
the moon on my back
the tides ebb
and pull
looking into the ocean
as vast
as your eyes
your smile
the scenery: gone
that summer:
when the sunflowers
bloomed eary
shooting up
new sprouts
•
Jimmy Johns
mayo on your face
first date
play-fight injury
I pretend not to feel
in the coffee shop
where we met
a cute new waiter
name and number
the back of a receipt
too much alcohol
throwing up on street
wipe with a receipt
my arms flop around
practically unattached
•
Sunday morning service—
Grandma's perfume
hides the tequila on my breath
nodding off . . .
preacher stares
eye connection
the middle of the sermon
a wink
seven digits
score!
stumbling
under a crescent moon
he walked me home
hands brush
always by accident
•
his best friend
a drunk, sloppy
kiss
suddenly her eyes
more green
stars that beckon
my thoughts wander
always to him
my heart's prayer
settles on the breeze
our love blossoms
as the lilies
open their faces to the sun
pollen clings to the bee
from flower to flower
• • •
This collection was written in collaboration by the authors, and focused on the ideas of nature, love, and all that is beautiful in the world.