much like the snow man

You’ve lived here
most all of your life.

But still feel a stranger.

You said,

“I think they
are afraid of me,
they
don’t understand me.”

I agreed.

“They think
you are different
than those who live here,
have always lived here,
even if they once
lived somewhere else.”

You’ve been frozen,
and it is cold here…
but you haven’t been
their kind of cold
long enough.

Fighting under blankets

midnight sky fading
frost billows with every breath
snow squeaks underfoot

like old bed springs
we played long into the night
when we were both young

now I am Israel
and you Palestine, a war
always imminent

we cling steadfastly
in sleep to mattress edges
giving up no land

holding on by principle
the whys nearly forgotten

More fireflies

another set of takes on the image from the other night…

along the treeline
thirty-six fireflies blink
Intermittently
lazily lit neon signs
advertisements for their wares

————

blanketing the lawn
a fist full of fireflies
fallen shooting stars

wall flowers

fireflies hover
along the dark wooded edge
beckon silently

 

out the frosted window

little black seeds
haphazardly strewn
on slick, sun-shined ice
tiny chickadees
black caps bobbing

After a long winter

seventeen outside
roads bare for first time in months
feels almost like spring

the Pennsylvania sky

flattest steely-blue
smothered beneath scattered clouds
muting any sun
skies stalwart and silent as
the down-trodden men below

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