The lessons we learn.
Some are so final, so irreversible.
Nothing can fix it, so nothing can be worse.
Pain that stays and aches of misuse.
It’s enough to make me sick.
Sprout
The sidewalk slab is crooked,
early staged plants reach around and up
out of the tiny shadow
sunlight hitting the pale green body.
Dump the Potion
My memory of you, a distant rumble.
The day it happened, the starting line.
Sundays drenched,
you couldn’t help but look,
fever dreams collide.
You’ve swept yourself away, off your own feet.
Which finds me catching up, clumsy and late.
Stiff One
My monster eats silence
makes a still night even emptier.
Sanctuaries built in mind
are brought down one brick at a time.
Lips Peeled
The shadows stretched
and touched the tips of our sneakers.
Volume control to soft conversation
as to the dimming of the day.
Time escaped yet we still ran forward
always reaching.
A frame taken and
sure enough the flower petals fall.
Mystery – A Good Girl
Mother Mary slip by me,
I am doing just fine.
Pass along the message,
I am not the explorer you wanted.
Mahogany goodbyes,
I am the peace you bring.
Reversal
Soothing and quiet
you stay in my pocket,
growing in strength and white sands.
Clever little thing
you snarl at the sunlight,
stark as a white tablet to be taken.
Now settling somewhere below, you rest.
Everyday it comes back
(how loud could my breathing be?)
Tracks in the snow,
gaited and sure.
The trees stiffen with betrayal,
their empty limbs commit murder.
A flashback to mother’s berry jam,
spiked with seeds and so smooth.
How badly I wanted it,
the aroma of toast flashes by, riding the wind.
Spanish Me
The noise of us all,
thick air and striking ice cubes.
Blurs of lovers.
Wooden bowls stacked comically,
they look all the way down.
Tracy Porch writes 