it is when night
arrives and not one
daylight moment
has moved me
not a single warm memory
that would linger after dinner
and spend the evening
like an old friend
no heart kneading
emotional discussion
or life exploration necessary
just a slow-burning candle
who doesn’t say a word
that flickers once in awhile
to let me know this day
won’t be found later
in a trash can
of regret
with a mere glance leaves tell you how they feel I’d like to learn the finer points of body language something more than just the “Hi” of a person’s stem
the birth colors of mesquite leaves or baby’s skin something with the tint of innocence in the scheme of emergence translucent spirit not a shade darker
it rained late last night leaves cleaned green and dripping wet a dog shakes itself the pen’s side of life same struggle for survival poems find heroes the big black raven perches and picks at the tra