A Walk With the Clock

Tender torn our feet all walk this path

For the street is dense but made of glass

And how it shatters if you trip and fall

It breaks like speed bumps on a freeway fast 

Alone each moves along times fragile dock

With time though blurred veracious and so steady

If you jump it waits just up the road

With its magic pocket opening ready

Ease me over the rim of this feared place

Bring me the grace to read your open face

Don’t try to hold my youth within your arms

truth tells me that a lie is so embraced 

Lover take me in your sweet delay

Usurp the movement forward to that place

Let me steady be in tide that takes

Each grain of sand to sea without a trace

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Close up of Napa from the 101

Wait past the redwoods of the morning mist
the smoke of chimneys rising and caught within the gist
the unseen force of air is there and the repair of boulders
holding in the fall of land so saturated its true


Behind the wire fence stuck with bags of plastic
taking the breeze with sound of modern elastic
on a stage the soldiers upright and still
are tethered to the stake their arms reach up the hill

I watch

Them protect the clumps of yellow mustard
with their ready   can’t wait to be wine
and if you stop for a minute you can hear
the pouring of the sweetest tease of vine

No  cannot stop the day is fast progressing

I am zip tied and back seated certain
that if I look away someone will pull the curtain
the trees and telephone poles are fast by my eyes
and along the curve a cow misunderstood why

and then

the slope of the hills with green so rain induced
that a large fingernail of dirt fell for proof

and the city is so vein across the bridge it’s glass eyed watch
ripples within the ocean water a half past sunset clock

so seen the going home is treat of passing time
with someone in a different place with eyes asleep not mine