1130 Miles: Day 5: Tree Full of Bees

Tree Full of Bees

As I walk past and skirt the hum
morning sun as my armor, charmed
The icing tree tricks me into believing honeysuckle

11130 Miles: Day 5: White

Gerbera Daisies and Tulips, #3 Originally uploaded by vajra.

on waking no thing

caught my eye

and mind asked tumblers

or brushes

the morning news

later paper bag with iris

or traffic on Mt. Diablo

or later still Mt. Fugi and Mt. Diablo

juxtaposed

moment after asking and thinking

of you finally hurrying into the store

white

tulips and daisies

to rush the beauty

and bring it to you

1130 Miles: Fourth Day: The Morning Rose

The Morning Rose Originally uploaded by vajra.

the morning rose

still shaded from the sun

bends on the stem

heavy with petals

fragrance

the weight of last night's dew

facing West I bow as if to kiss

its hem

11130 Miles: 3d Day

And when I dress myself I see
the colors of this Southwestern earth

cottonwood gnarls and
perennial greens that

mimic my eyes in desert light

Bowl Of Roses Originally uploaded by vajra.

this bowl of roses

picked yesterday

lush and full

they are called "old-fashioned"

I will dress myself in petals

wear my hair pinned up

be generous and good

and be "old-fashioned,"too

1130 Miles: Friday Morning, #2: Other's Doors

Others’ Doors

Recently supplanted I steal looks
        toward other peoples’ doors
House lawns landscaped with rusty headboards
Turquoise trucks planted with nothing inside them
Red moving sign sales on porches
                announce another’s launch

Returning home I enter through the garage
    Bend to weed outside a while
        as birds make their quick way toward a small barn feeder.

1130 Miles: 2d Day: Unmade

if there were a way to unmake yesterday poke and smooth and straighten until those memories were as innocuous as an unused hospital room clean blank and sterile

First Day

Morning blew her alarm
Ominous
and I couldn’t contain myself
child who was me and reflects
Me yelling like a wounded cat
at my child and she at me

The bed never quite the same again
I lie in it
D on the door for daughter
Delivery
from,
for