Neverending Nonchalance

see eternity entranced

by a million mumbled moments

stolen under sordid sweet

where the wraith of weakened winter

wakes the weary water

lying love in languid loss

as moonlit music moans

and recall robs the reverie

of the spring in summer stilled

reflecting ruined reflex
and pondering poetic pools

of a thousand essential whys

Remember Your Thank You

It's waiting for Snoopy

to float down the street

or watching him deal plates

out like cards

making up name cards

with feathers and buckles

carefully penned in brown

It's hearing the tenor

of Scarborough Faire

watching my father

do his Thanksgiving dance

with the smells

of parsley,

of sage,

of rosemary,

of thyme.

as cranberries and orange peels

fall apart in the grinder

golden marshmallows melt

into cinnamon

and nutmeg

It's being too full

of turkey and family

and dealing the final cards

shrugging off questions

from Lake Wobegon

while flurries swirl outside

Unassuming

glass fragility

sun-weakened under shadows

cracking unnoticed

fused together here

in darkness bathed in moonlight

slowly eroding

always protected

stored safely here forgotten

fading nonetheless