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The Weather You Love

The weather you love

Careening and booming around the sky.

Lightening and darkening in a staged performance,

Chasing the audience under tents of newsprint

To shelters of tin that respond in cadence.

A nightly occurrence, a daily endurance

The rains and thunder filling the fields

Sometimes violent, sometimes a caress.

Summertime in the heat 

Scaring the sun away.

So My Eyes Wont Droop

Every time you go away

I get older,

please won’t you stay? 

Time marches on, day

after day, 

each time you go away.

Please, 

Won’t you stay? 

My wrinkles get deeper,

my eyes, not as bright,

Each time 

you hit the highway. Please,

Won’t you stay?

Ankles get swelled,

Eyes droop,

And, I won’t mention

What else.

If you stay,

I won’t notice

The march of time,

That’s all.

I won’t get old,

If you don’t 

Go. 

Memory Birds

I’ve got to get so far past you the birds run out of breath.

I need to push you to the utmost of un-important-s that the dust turns to dirt.

I toss filed forgotten newspaper clippings from stories told that are not here or there or where

My heart resides today.

I toss them,

Yet, find them,

Hobbling in my chest when the trash goes to the curb.

What makes the memories stay,

What makes them, be,

Stuck on the wings of breathless pigeon masquerading as doves,

Free in their flight through dusty olives groves of romantic storytellers?

What makes this teller of tales, 

Stay? 

What makes this memory, stay,

When all others 

Flitter away?

Go with him, memory bird.

Go with him, dust mites on papered tales.

Take your dirty newspaper to build a musty nest and go so far past me

You run out of breath.