Fresh Water

 

Rushes

Excitedly

Toward the ocean

Anxious to be

Part of something

Vast

Forcible

Turbulent

Never realizing

How much

It will be

Forever changed

Loss

I've explored the edges

Like a tongue

Constantly checking the gap of

A missing tooth

I know it's width

But not it's depth

When I sleep

I dream of nothing

And when I wake

I stare into it

This gaping hole

That once was

You

Science of Romance

What would love be without friction

If life didn't have this restriction

Our kisses would slide off our chins

Our sweet words would lack any diction

If gravity didn't posses us

Dinner for two would be messes

I would be stuck wearing bow ties

And you could wear none of your dresses

Grandmother

Let the younger ones

Remember

The important things

Like which way is left

How to sew on

A button

Or which day of the week it is

Today

She is too busy

Straining

To see the boats

That are drifting

Farther and farther

Away

From the shore

Ant

You've been spying on

David Copperfield

You've been crawling the pages of

The Great Blackstone's secret books

For, like Houdini

You appear

Seemingly out of nowhere

In the middle of the tile and grout sealed room

To claim the smallest morsel

Left on the floor

And me

With my superior intellect

Can't find

My car keys

Three Wishes

To be handcuffed to the

Truth

To wear love like a pair of

Glasses

To redeem this coupon called

Hope

Gershwin's Ghost

(Note: The Aeolean Duo-Art Weber reproducing piano was built in 1925. Through an intricate system of pneumatic controls, it eerily produced the expression of an actual performance by famous keyboard artists as recorded on perforated paper rolls.)

The arcs and swirls

Cap each leg

Walnut framed islands of relief

With flourishes covered in gold leaf foil

To draw attention away from

The instrument's secrets

By some hidden network

Of muscle and tendon

The black and white keys begin to move

Finger-like

He is here

Presenting his most famous

Rhapsody

It is his touch

That carves and gilds notes

From the walnut air

It is his pedal

That builds reverberant bridges

Between musical relief

And for a few moments

Even the skeptic finds it impossible

Not to believe