another one about autumn

Stem

Let them flare against blue saucer skies

School on biting wind, rattle bones to ward  

Off waves that claw the breadth of reach

West of Spray Falls, drunk on summer liquor

Flush and masked for a night to remember

Letting go beyond them, my final act a mercy. 

another moon poem

One Night, Late Summer

The Harvest Moon presides

But won’t presume

A promise to itself

Despite imploring wood smoke

In spite of homing embers

That rise to swarm  

A Janus face

Waxing luminous as royal jelly

A weather eye on the waning

Bound to come

Willing for the moment

To look the other way

While I haul on this lasso

Your upturned eyes enameled

In buttery gleam. 

More about squirrels

Costco Reading Glasses

Thanks for returning

My tortoise shell

Reading glasses

To the patio table

Where I left them

Last Sunday

Only to rediscover

Them this morning

Patterned

Over in houndstooth

Smudges

Ear pieces

Pocked with 

Tooth marks

Upwards

Of a thousand

The larger ones

To be fair

Inflicted

Before your time 

Otherwise

Good as new no

Harm no foul no

Questions asked

Except

(this, only to satisfy a curiosity)

Why

Corrective lenses

Of all things

What

With

God given

Crackerjack

Visual acuity

Not to mention

Lack of discernable bridge.

The Shiny Object Theory

Holds no water when

You factor

In the diamond

Pinkie ring

Left untouched

Near an unmolested

Waterford salver

Heaped with baubles. 

Ruling out

Incipient kleptomania

Vanity then

An accessory

To balance

Bushy

Extravagance

Perhaps

A glimpse

In the side view

Of my car

Planting seeds

Of doubt

Rectangular frames

Jarring

On the plush almond

Of your face

Less than

The desired cowboy
Essence of Governor 
Rick Perry

More like

Some twitchy rodent

Peering out

Over a pair

Of Costco

Reading glasses

On a summer’s worth

Of winter stores.