Yet again, I punish myself for neglecting my blog by forcing myself to publish yet another of my questionably publishable poems. Be gentle.
the last two nights
I spent the last two nights breathing steam
Careening past the outer trees in the lower field
Where I got lost that once watching stars
I remember fireflies, and remember not remembering
Seeing them until a moment at dusk
When all of a sudden we were surrounded.
Maybe they were there all along, darkened
Like a thousand lights of a city under siege
Waiting for a lull or a breeze
To catch your hair and make us watch
Until we lost them against the fading
Light where it sank blinking between
Branches and leaves.
No leaves now. Grass is somewhere, buried.
We could dig that landscape, but now we’re bundled
Padded and separate, bouncing off each other
Into opposite corner pockets.
And though it might be quieter now,
Muffled, with drifts piling,
I glance and still see shaded by your coat
The moon of a smile, so I settle
Into our step, the familiar bob and weave.
I can roll with the punches, I think
Until this all melts
Down around me like an old coat
Melts and flashes again.
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