Empty

I came at him empty
I wondered if I would
shave my head
I drew a line over it
I crossed through it.
Little bitty nib for savor
through dust
and fluff blue
handles with which I carry
Enter softly the hour
is full of animals
and dull soft pieces
of sea glass

May 19, 2025
School Street

Empty

I came at him empty
I left it all behind
The ink was barely dry
Pen and word go together
and out
Little marvel with a flap
You can lift little sunrise
tend to it with butter
and milk such soft
devices

May 21, 2025
School Street

Empty

I came at him empty
My children and their hands
I held the sound I am looking
for and found out it was
far off and is
shelter in a cup
wrapped
If it was given it is lost
I weigh my life in my hand
lonely pound
this grain
this braided hour
The blaring down
the street
I used the words I know
To try at it
To try at the name of it
To try at the aim of it

June 2, 2025
School Street

Empty

I came at him empty
I rode my disappointment
and it rode me
I bucked my disappointment
and it bucked me
sun on my skin
music from Okinawa
zen Musubi
We talk for a little while
and drink a jug of it
Sweet red bean
Sweet three years
I get up because that’s what
one does wander around
in the wilderness
The day is filled with directions

June 9, 2025
School Street

Empty

I came at him empty
mist falling
on each and every surface
can be seen
unseen can be felt toward
or jiggled away
can be a little language filled
with quiet rather than words
And filled all
the way to the top
and down again
Waxing moon
in this bright and
bouncing hour
Rolled all the way off the bed
little head covered in soft hair
Waxing moon stays bright
a worm can’t talk a blueberry
can’t talk

June 10, 2025
School Street