It’s been awhile since I’ve posted poetry.  So here are three to swing into Spring.  …Even if none of them have anything to do with Spring!

 

A reckoning for those who remember the past

 

Memories anchor, steady

in seasick waves

Memories anchor, stuck

bobbing in the wash

Memories anchor, studying

the contours of the shoreline

Memories anchor, a taut

line pinned in mud

Memories anchor so

that the mind can sail

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*

 

The effects of testosterone on astrophysics

 

gravity waves erupt from the wounds

of two dark warriors

who fall into each other

releasing a ripple across the universe

imagined as regal fabric

bending in a breeze

invisible waves

splash against the windshield

of the car, a make and mark

no longer manufactured,

long missing from the roads

parked at the edge of a meadow,

tires flat, wheels sinking

against rising weeds and flowers,

windshield dusty but still glinting

along cracks created by the accident

of weather or a careless hand,

some incident lost in time

yet still pulsing within creases of gravity

expanding and contracting time

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*

Ghosts of the overpass

 

Some standing, some walking slow,

some with something in their hands

others watching from a curtain

of traffic, a colorless smear

leaning against the sound barrier

an atmosphere of emphysema

burrowing into the ground

something raising from the hole

a vapor in a familiar shape,

forming the vowels of           a voice

made of many           voices

mixing into the mortar

holding together a column

supporting the roof of the word

hanging over the morning

perhaps in promise.  Perhaps

like Rickey Clark, forgotten.