Precedent Poems

Poems from the prior week:


NEAR AND REMOVED


I can't identify
conjunto,
reggaeton,
bolero -

but I can feel the beat
of a Mexican bass run,
drumming from my neighbor's garage,
rhythmically calling me
down the front steps,
waving me across the lawn
mending walls and shaking hands
crippled by a stroke
but not shaken by strife.

Our new home
blessed by the language
of neighbors near and removed.


KYLIE AT THE WHEEL

I sit nervously,
not because of danger,
but because of fear
of anticlimax.
Failure has real consequences,
both physical and emotional.
Crashing may mean broken bits -
but the smashed confidence
cashes in far more chips.

For the car can be repaired,
it could be a bonding project,
but how do I JB Weld back together
the mound of confidence
mortared and chiseled -
hewn through years of trust?


A PARADOX OF SURVIVAL

One
outdoor oven
composed of
three
concrete walls
warms cold bodies
after long hours
huddled inside
the
out of doors
learning

to

live

life

while harvesting
sustenance
by taking it.


HANDS

Hands fat with wear
grab hold of life -
squeeze moments
dripping from time
clutch repetition of movement

open close repeat

clasp loose repeat

fold flatten repeat

wring relax repeat

hold release repeat

clutch unhitch repeat.


A SEASON OF HOPE

The pain of loss
numbed by the mystery
of expectations near and high,
far and low, allow and underdog
to emerge from the top -
to settle in and lead
from the middle of the pack -
drifting to avoid the draft
and once again reigning as top dog.

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