Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Balsamic Vinegar

Like memorizing poetry in case you ever find yourself in prison,
it is good to store away in your mind images of green leaves
because one day soon they will fall
and also much-needed summer rain
because one day soon it will be goddamned black ice.

Snap pictures. Store up images. Tape up photo postcards all over the inside of your head.

When the dark comes, and it always comes, you will need those green leaves.

For instance, do not forget the look of shining hopefulness in the dog's eyes
when you took the bottle of balsamic vinegar from the cupboard.
The slight lick of the lips.
Unasked for, the perfect sit.

Laugh. This is the dog like no other. This is the dog you have made. This is you,

Click the shutter in your mind's eye.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Take note

Take note

There's one cherry tomato ripening on the vine
Freezer-chilled vinho verde is sharp on the tongue
The dog rests his chin on crossed paws

Take note of what's here

Crow on fence preaches an outraged sermon
Erratic clouds like heaven's craftswoman
threw handfuls of pillow stuffing out over the sky
The dog shifts position to follow the sun

Take note of what's here

(Quit noting what's not)

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

It is the not there

It is the not there
that is there
and that there
is so much more there
than the there
that is there
that is so not
meant to be there