emmett

1.

Where the water 
holds your head.
    You can find me there.

Where the sky is 
something to drink.
    You can find me there.

2.

She had made a cage

not even the claustrophobic
dark of theater seating

nor the silky gnawing
of a butterscotch 

biting at the back of my throat
could peel my mind away.

would you believe me 

spring,
it’s an emotion.

it's an ending
and a fresh start.

it's the hopeful
flower of your eye,

blooming with its back
to the browning snow.

it's the calming 
voice of the warming wind

my dads shoes,
that old type,
brown leather,

scuffed heels,
the ones you can’t help but see
as naked without a blanket of dust.

they never see the day anymore,
but their miles stretch further than mine,

Today is a good day to fly a kite
well, I don’t really know,
I've never flown a kite.

But across the window
of my shadow soaked room, the clouds 
swim by in their gravity defying ocean.

The sun bell tolls 
and into the wrought iron,
pillars of sun.
streaming through nets of glass,
they hold back the blood-soaked night.
the vengeful night.

The looking glass of sunrise