Tongue

Who
keeps
the
words
fresh
and
reborn
from
day
to
day?
Your
loose
tongue.

Winded

So
fast,
yesterday
I
was
throwing
snowballs
with
the
wind,
now
it’s
against
me.

Afterword
for Christal Steck

The
word
arrives
a
bit
late
but
the
door
lingers
ajar
on
its
hinges.

Deep Freeze
for Janice Fiamengo

Even
a
whole
year
does
not
help
to
melt
the
soul
freeze
in
Canada.

Mileage

Your
feet
fall
in
from
fatigue,
too
many
steps
that
outpace
the
allotted
mileage.

Wristband
For Betty Warrington-Kearsley

I
put
out
my
hand –
the
wind
circles
it
with
a
wristband
of
breath.

Rescue Mission

Now
it
is
a
rescue
mission,
drifting
into
the
senior
zone,
with
life
preservers.

Predawn

Light,
light,
believe
in
the
moon
bobbing
through
the
barren
clouds
drifting
over
Jerusalem.

Whisper
for Anne Mounic

The
sun
is
your
sun,
sun
is
our
sun,
whisper
for
a
billion
years.

Pilot Light

We
always
knew
there
was
ample
gas
for
the
stove
and
steadfast
pilot
light.