some of my poetry!

Sakura Springs

A flutter of pink
to the ground in the breeze
that blows me right back to the past--
Yester-year's blue sky;
That fair April-new sky;
A glimmer of light on the grass.

I walked in the spring
'neath the pale-petaled tree
and knew what I hadn't yet known--
Being beside you
(Oh, sun-mirror-eyed you,)
I saw what, like flowers, had grown.

Before and again,
that pretty tree blooms;
Again, alongside you I'll stand--
A moment in past-time,
the same as the last time,
but this time, I'm holding your hand.

double time

it is: “who knows what’ll happen?”
it is: “go tell her, now.”
and it is a walk in the dark, in the cold,
in the dark,
or in hallowed halls, or where water flows.
shopping malls. open rooms.
it is: tachycardia, brain fog, elevated bp.
it is the altman phoenix. it is the mercy cookie.

it is mapping one thing onto another
as if they’re the same, but they’re not.
it’s a game that i hate, that i engineered.
it is: “we need to talk.”
or: “goodbye.” or: “is it me?”
or: “i don’t want to lead you on.”
or: “you can’t eat an apology,”
it is ethical dilemma, moral quandary.

it is telling her something where water flows
and saying goodbye in the dark.
it’s three inches of space, it is no space at all,
finding open rooms to talk.
it is eating cookies with tea
and: “it’s okay. it’s okay. it’s okay.”
and: tachycardia. and: engineered quandary.
and being permitted to stay.

it is mapping one thing onto another
as if they’re the same, but they’re not.