"Mornin’"
one drop, a cousin
atomized by window pane
clock says five a.m.
beans spin into dust
scent steams from pressed hot water
wet dog waits at door
foundation of bread
sometimes ham, sometimes jelly
lunchbox sits by door
paved capillaries
move us towards the heart of the day
a path through the rain
“Mornin’ George.”
“Mornin’.”
dropping “good” builds less concern
tool belts dried through night
Renamed, Becomes Soul
a million cousins
atomized by gore-tex coat
white noise with music
saw spins into wood
nail steams from compressed cold air
wet dog under porch
measure, mark, cut, nail
lumber pile dissected
renamed, becomes soul
narrow wooden bones are
plumbed, pointing at the sky
skin is important
“I’m over it, man”
tool belts hanging to dry again
clock says five-thirty
