Fancy Footwork

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Visitor


Tingly blue butterfly
Drawing up beads by my eye
Grasping onto fuzz, a soft transmitted buzz
Antennae in my fur
Tickle as they whir
I catch a glance of black dots as you dance
A summertime trance
So still, give me a chill
Tingly blue,
 little guy
Painted on my…
There you go!
Bye, bye.

Sunday, June 03, 2018

Connections

How many ways am I connected to you?
We were once in the same class together.
I think it was economics, Ms. _D____ I can’t remember her name exactly.
She had tight curly blonde hair strapped to her head like a helmet and wore linen button up shorts like waitresses at Denny’s.
We starred at graphs she projected onto a screen and almost died.
We sat in rows and were not supposed to talk.
You sat in front of me, we may have been in 10th grade.
I did not know you but you were kind to me.
Later, you started dating my sister. How this started I do not remember, exactly.
We were friends too, through Kristy.
I worked at Liz Claiborne, greeting customers, “70%off the red tags”
You worked next door at some grandmom’s Craft store.
I waved hello from my door-front stoop.
You brought things to my mom and sister from the crafty heaven store.
You took time to sketch and paint.
Those things most people don’t do, it feels awkward to put yourself out there like that.
But you showed these to the ones you cared about, so we can know you better.
I received a call from my sister in my dorm room.
You were going to be parents.
At that time, unfathomable.
Now this slender pillar with your deep dark eyes and my sister’s serene oval cheeks lifts a room into an exercise of connecting the dots.
Who was Jason?
What do we know about him?
How much love can we extract from his memory?
Using her wand she casts us forward and backward in time and space suspended again with you.
A wonder it is to realize a person’s life masterpiece in one vivid stroke. 
So now you will go on and make more flowers grow. Giving yourself to this world. As you always have done.