Monday, November 26, 2012


I save nine seconds of light
bulb life leaving the work room
for the kitchen. That much dark
I can handle,
the doorway never moves.

It's a home office,
the dryer dings between cold calls,
work shirts drape the ironing board.
The value I bring, on days I don't
sell well, is this separating peppers from seeds
slicing avocados into smiles.

Thirty years I've nuanced accents over the phone.
Eight to five I remember father
was a salesman, but
it was mother taught me, before
paychecks mattered, 'Think
of eating, before you're hungry.'

Wednesday, November 21, 2012


What we learned
can be forgot,
what we know

Who we are
is debatable,
why we're here
the cosmic question.

Whom we love,
and who loves us, is
the suring thing,
the truth we bring to

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Election Sure

While you vote,
I trim the driveway rose,
nine foot and then some thorn spindles.

The dew drowns my sleeve
by the quart,
every corner of the day star blinks.

What a plant proposes
blocks another's garden.
Bring light, bring light, bring light.

Task aside, the next door tide
of the polling booth repeats;
bring light, bring light, bring light.