29 Aug

2nd Anniversary                (in honor of)     (published in Cider Press Review, 2000)

When I shaved my beard
The hair fell clumped
Into the bathtub.

She asked me not to clean it.

She swept it into her palms
And took it outside.
She raised it as an offering
And let the wind blow it away.

She cried when it disappeared
Like she does
When she sees a helium balloon
Free and floating up.

“I often dream of flying,” she said.
“But I’m afraid you do, too.”

Leave a comment

Posted by on August 29, 2013 in previously published


Tags: ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: