the horses on shackleford banks

 

I saw horses running
in a child’s dream
this wild haze of
summer and sleepy
eyes
 
was it just sea
oats tall and top-
heavy waving thick
with unfettered
freedom
 
I remember heat
I remember wind
I remember
breaking
away
 
a foal on new legs with five
hundred years behind me

 
why do they stop at the beach
 
the child builds ships swims
back to spain but a horse just
wears down its time-worn path
 
for posterity

 

 

PAD #11 (seasonal)

red rover

 

I dare you to
 
remember the blue
grass our bare
feet that kid
cooler than we’d
ever be parked
in his trans
am still
 
waiting on
waiting on
the thunder

 
remember
those sec-
onds stolen
between
the street
lights and
time it’s time
to go it’s
time
 
to go home
 
I
dare
you
I
dare
you
 
send tommy
right over

 

 


PAD #8 (dare)

carrot cake

 

I wish that I had
never
you don’t know one-
tenth of all
of this
 

what will it take for you to trust
what will it take for you to believe
 

remember when you knew
that fairies live in the mossy
crooks of trees
that lions just can’t wait
to be king
 

that’s what I mean
when
I tell you the
truth

that’s what I wish for
again
when
you blow out those
candles

 

 

 

PAD #5 (vegetable)

departure

by the time you read this, I will have rolled off the cliff and into the sea. when they speak of me, they will speak of a hill. they will speak of a river, thick and slow with its own gravity. they will not understand why the gentle, leveling slope was not enough. they won’t know that since the day I was born, I’ve never been able to capture my own moon.

 

a knock at the door —
these old bones that just won’t
go

 

 

 

PAD #4 (departure)