http://www.windrag.org/poetry :: f : w : i : w :: Sat, 25 Apr 2009 06:32:21 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en cool spring night. another failure to attain set goals. not grasping, not avoiding, who prepares for sleep? http://www.windrag.org/poetry/2009/04/the-weigh/ i rarely go for night walks anymore and when i do i hurry home and bolt the door. tonight, i heard a rustle- fresh vegetables from our neighbor http://www.windrag.org/poetry/2009/04/misgivings/ the doctor sees the lesion on my calf describes it with an acronym writes a prescription. i ask for details. he answers with credentials. i’m not comforted. http://www.windrag.org/poetry/2009/04/no-insurance/ spring deluge, after a summery week. plum blossom time has passed its peak. i greet old friends and meet new ones. the heart still beats beneath this new striped shirt. npm napowrimo http://www.windrag.org/poetry/2009/04/back-to-class/ out on a walk, pulling his wheeled elephant, he spotted Abdul enjoying a smoke, and slowed down, like he does for new-shaped dogs, and gripped my finger tighter. npm napowrimo http://www.windrag.org/poetry/2009/04/next-generation/ night poem write bed http://www.windrag.org/poetry/2009/04/shorty/ talk radio in a plastic bag keeps raccoons away miss them now npm napowrimo http://www.windrag.org/poetry/2009/04/homesteading/ after nap, walking "dadú, hold hand" crow caws, boy answers head turned left npm napowrimo http://www.windrag.org/poetry/2009/04/blackest/ the unwashed dishes, two or three days high the garden, neglected, knee-high weeds not two, he already knows a hundred songs what kind of life awaits him? npm napowrimo http://www.windrag.org/poetry/2009/04/hair-knots/ he pays the bills. he sings the boy to sleep. he hears the dishes being washed. he knows it's spring. he settles. he remembers feeling satisfied. npm napowrimo http://www.windrag.org/poetry/2009/04/parmesan/