The Airpark

We stacked our domino selves

Into the vehicles-

In search of the bridge we'd seen from the freeway.

The ice cream at my feet sweated out

the klaidescope roads

And just as the sun dipped its finger

into dusk

We dead-ended at a fenced-in Air park.

The runway blinked merrily at us

as we scooped the smelted ice cream

We laughed as we licked the drops of ice cream sweat from our cones and

The air began winking--

Fireflies flitting the dusk while

Our children giggled at

the Magic wrapping around us.

Return

The tide has come in;
gently seeping across the cluttered sandpaper beach
Lapping up the once-desolate shore.
Filling.

Day 12

I am a-
1001 jigsaw puzzle with 999 pieces;
A gift receipt
A photo frame without glass
A drawer that's lost it's slider
A book without a cover
A mushy middle pancake
A too-short, too-long ponytail holder
And a three hole punch with only two punches-

Without you I am Serviceable,
but not Fully
functional.

Day 11

An empty vase,
An unruffled pillow,
Cheese, uneaten in the fridge.
Tidy shoes,
Clean, not day-old-lunch-smelly tupperware-
All speak to me in tones of loneliness.

Day 9

Somehow everything got away from me-
heaps of laundry,
unread library books,
unopened mail,
dishes helter-skelter in the sink.

The insecure part of me asks,
Did you get away from me too?

Day 5

Exhaustion waves across the sands of my body
And I fall into an empty desert bed.

Day 4

Even the trees
with their scratchy Long-fingered limbs--
blowing, blowing, blowing against a smoke-cloud sky
Are reaching out for You
As the wind sopranos a song of Longing.