My Idea

It was my idea to give it away
or else why would I tell them
all about the past my place in it
the whorls and knots I tried
to knit together

Now the feeling splits
between this
and that
and the other

Call me from far away
I will answer your voice
I know so well

Happens

The clouds are nice
I miss Mars too not the same
Cold even in the Sun
Earth never looking more beautiful

Heaven is a place
Where nothing
Ever

Rain In The Forest

I smell the rain
in the forest
rain inside
everything else
my heart knows
hail

morning fog
burning off
just when
I think
it won't

Keith Sutherland Resting

Mister motorcycle man
with beautiful girlfriend
out to visit us
Whipping into
the driveway careful
of the cat
of the turkeys
my mind
bending
light
over the Umpqa
those days ago
how they blistered
why is a minute
so long now
where did it

pass
beyond the brink
the tiny shore

Toward The Moon

Branches leaves grass did I forget you
when I lived by the sea

floes their olden gold
arrangements

I picked up one song
then another

Maybe it was here that I ran into them
polished and picked over

I wish I knew you were waiting
and not just saying goodbye

Weather

It would figure the weather flux
my mind and heart
same too inside the rest

how terrible it seemed
before

and now I see the relief
on his face his body

what I see

Maybe I Said

Too much in the green field
and his the grey cloud

Looking back it is robots
speaking of emotion
but with little

at the time so overwhelming
and now the words are crisp
their shelf life meaningless

grab my hand and caress it
with your fine thumbs

read the life of my body
each chapter open to you
every page dog-eared
listening to a sugary silence

it sifts between us
spilling into our smiles
what is happiness

Big Day Dawn

Well I fulfilled my green promise
but today is yet another craving
my sweet tooth will find

I tried an apple
very sweet
and now I regret
those arguments
over nothing

Come back
come back to me
I will return too
despite all
the misgivings

The Interesting Title

There was more:

she thought about the song and how she would sing
it would be as an achiever

then the thing about cake vs. pie

how would she bake all alone?

was not necessary anyway you slice it

Who knew of her thoughts
their round shapes

plus her feelings there
she said it

Before The Finish

Whatever happens will be smart
smarter than my own mind
so they said to cut it out don't
find fault become

sliding into waiting
what could be better
okay for now the slide
will tell of anything else
flames their crackling
together the deal the night

What gets circled what
gets crossed off in two weeks
another spot to remember
look out you are right

Time To Go

Will this stay
this feeling of you
inside my heart
I don't want to say beating
more like breathing
of course this has potential
because more follows
all the way past the ice
and into April