Thursday, March 13, 2008

Poetry on Thursday Day

Waking

Friday masked as Thursday
Last night's jalepeno fingers
Still burning heart from
Swelling belly beating
Baby keeping time
Flying, stopping, crawling
Dusk bugs from screenless
Windows flung open for
Spring this morning with
Music
Feet
Wet hair


5 comments:

Crystalyn said...

your spring is looking lovely. hope you all are enjoying.

rebecca said...

I've missed your poems.
Keep them coming!

Katy said...

Why is it Friday masked as Thursday? Do you get Craig home all weekend?

Jordan said...

No, I woke up thinking it was Friday, but it was only thursday.

Rebecca said...

Me too. I thought it was Friday yesterday in the early morning hours, then I realized a gift of another day. Thanks for your constant gift of words.
MOM