yesterday's poem remembered incorrectly

Cottonball clouds

punctuate a flawless expanse,

The End.

Deep Discount

A woman who shouldn't wear
knits stands scarecrow still in a
flapping of on-sale sweaters.

pillbug comfortable

fine lines frost the window,

the inside

 tracing fingertips with 

the outside 

 through glass.

duvet feather flurries.

waking up pillbug comfortable.

the room going quiet

trees frightened by candles.

people gather to protect 

the forest from harm.

lost thoughts gather no moss

recently a dream stayed with me throughout the day

underlying every sense and sentence was the awareness of this other world

a shadow of subconscious self lurking between the letters of words

the pause in a phrase of an incomplete sentence

not intrusive, a fog not entirely lifted from the landscape of experience

and yet, the dream forgotten in the flow of subsequent days and times

what lingers is the intimation of company, the sentiment of almost

the fingertip sensation of failure

The wind has picked up,

moving through the city streets,

taking attendance.

appearances

the bike locked to the front porch railing

displays a stillness of some duration

standing on two cracked flat tires

and you say you rode it 

as recently as last year

I beg to differ

you disagree

a going nowhere conversation