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Broadway & Pattee
Black pavement pushes
back the neon blues
and oranges of words I
won’t read. Streetlights
stand above all, haloed in their
silent foggy vigil.
The rain danced in my
nose, soft sounds of
drizzling and sloshing
cool my ears.
The bite of my coffee
recalls a pull on my
tongue, the taste of
your lips. My fingertips
press inward,
water warming, the fuzz
inside my pockets alive.
A hazy dripping shape
ambles past, four legs
and two heads joined.
My arm recalls the feel of yours.
The sky, my face,
water mingling.
Paradise
Hot chocolate,
A heavy musky book,
A thick blanket barely reaches my toes,
My soft couch.
Haiku
Holy dark of morn
awaiting the sun’s first glimpse.
The world swings open.
Tags: Poetry
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