Cupboard Weather:Three Chairs

three chairs
in the cafe
empty
now
a yesterday
when conversation
and coffee
pushed them
together
gone
now

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Cupboard Weather: What Might the Rain Bring

The center of the dahlia

evokes fire in daylight or

a stranger juggling night meteor

showers in the trees around him

Where all else is simply,

dark

Cupboard Weather: 21 Weeks: Summer

I walked home
a cool breeze
came up often
enough for comfort
this flower
a dahlia
I think
followed
the parade
callas
roses
lavender
rushing toward
beauty and
Summer

Free Way

I was readied to post
these stilt walkers facing
fervently forward    to mimic

your bronzed cranes but
then you moved on   ahead
passing me on the freeway

landed back home 
before I could hold you with 
strong arms and march with you 

from water silo to wide sky - 
all ours   these acrobatics of traversing
hard ground soft tires spokes

on the certain wheels moving against
the silenced upstream crowd 
lookers on   bowed heads in the frame

of balancing and returning and
making a determined way through
with hands remembering just what to do

Cupboard Weather: Weeks Blurring:

home
what I mean is walls
silence
cushions
sliced onions
a cat's purr
sidewalks with people walking
fresh vegetables green against green
smaller than your sky place
but mine

Cupboard Weather: Stillness

wind and wings rush by
the whooping crane
teeters frozen in brass
or the edge of extinction
semis roar down the road
drowning out bird sounds
and barreling toward
the stupefied deer