Inarticulate Slipstreams

Bright night's asphalt steam devours
Hillside necking parked moon showers,
Beam's arced water sparkling tridents
Subvert firefly monuments;
Devoted tingle gardens' walls'
Cupboard door cradled ghostly shawls' -
Forests - now plow sunrise corn highways'
Sight broken breastfed one act plays.
Iridescent repossessed dreams
Of inarticulate slipstreams
Cascade by newborn unsuppressed
Symptoms with an acid-etched countenance;
Dispelled conditions' snowflake flair:
Wilderness - an unbuttoned stare.

Disconnected

On the contented fields
tiled with jigsaw puzzle
leaves - cue-cured by burning hues
where flaming dreams wander by
unlit-candle starry skies -
a day lecher never winks.
But flawed October teardrops,
crowded around faulty rifts,
pass the lines of discontent
furrowed into the ancient
brow of memories relived.
Feet feelings die by inches.
Enthusiasm falters
under the last mournful gaze
of quail eggs, whose longing
smothers calculated broods.
Clever sings in its own ears.

Joy

At a lakeside cabin built by the bare

hands of her one true love, to whom

she gave herself at eighteen, on a wooded

mountain, an old, smiling woman

beholds fond memories flash

in sun glints on the crystal, blue water

of the placid lake in the distance

below, as Joy caresses savory moments

before letting each slip by. She still sees

herself with her husband as they toiled,

hand-in-hand, through the opportunities

of sunrises and each new midday

challenge. Her eyes sparkle

as she describes a lingering moment

of chance when a mountain lion crept

across the cabin's deck railing,

and how the big cat paused, majestically,

serenely enjoying the lake view stretch

out in the distance. The warmth

in the old woman's voice glows as she

speaks of deer in the snow, flying

squirrels swooping out from trees,

raiding nut caches strewn about

on the deck, and hummingbirds

darting and flitting here and there

as they feed. The lines of time carved

upon the old lady's face inscribe her

story, the creases etched into her hands

reveal the loving struggle she shared

with her husband. The stoop in her walk

from carrying the burden of sacrifice

for her family slows the old woman's

gait as the shuffling strides hint

at autumn's fanciful passing

into the slowly approaching, brilliant

radiance of Joy's winter sunset.