BEING ALIVE IS THE MEANING

We watched the needle fall,
miles correlating with the
liquid in our tank.
We moved ourselves through
so many state lines,
we forgot time.

Highways laced through
impeccable fields, indigo
ponds nested within tall grass.
We counted license plates,
saying “You’re far from home!”

Our bodies didn’t ask for much,
we ate Airheads and Starbursts,
skipping lunch.

We learned that water is essential.
Water is where the people are –
Madison, Minneapolis or Montana.

Lake-life is alive even in land-locked
states.

Seven days of sight-seeing.
They told me the middle would be boring.
I swear I loved it all.

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Driving through beautiful Montana

IT’S ALMOST TIME TO LEAVE

When Angie comes around,
I know it’s almost time to leave.

She crinkles her nose at me
when I’ve got fifty tabs open
in a browser, while she shimmies
behind my chair to collect
my plastic bag of paper & lemon peels.

Go home, she insists playfully with a gesture
at an invisible watch on her wrist.

She shows me pictures from her
native land with a longing I admire.
Live to work here, she says, No
way to live.

Angie sees everything, knows everything.
Quiet observer, kindest heart.

Today, I told her that I’m leaving.
No, she said. And then she said it again.

And then: I won’t see you anymore?
She sighed & kissed me on the forehead.

SIDEWALK CLOSED

Giant square holes
of missing earth
Caramel mud

And the great striped
barrel of the cement truck

Painted like a carnival
sliding liquid armor
into the ground

stopping traffic
starting anew

GROW TOO TIRED OF CONSCIOUSNESS

We yell at each other
until our throats scream.

The words (mean)
and we know it!
It is when we
reach unconsciousness:

we turn into sweet, tame little cats.

Cuddle, we mumble sweetness,
we love with honesty.

(an accidental poem by kris of ZUPAdream)

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ONE FOR THE BOOKS

Older ladies in coats
so long you’d swear
they’re just modified
sleeping bags.

I’m collecting a vivid
memory reel of this
r e l e n t l e s s
cold snap and the
sky’s powered sugar
palooza.

Inventing new ways
to find zen in the blocks
of icing-white sidewalk –
runways for children
who will spread imaginary
wings.

Companies saying, stay
home you nonessentials.
Office plants left moping
in the dark.

The city sweeping snow
from sidewalks using
snowplows.

STAY ALERT.

Where can I hail a
snowmobile?