that glow

the sparks where the remember happens.
i like those final ticks where they're bright
and i remember.

though the beams crumbled &
windows shattered,
my me is iron with the 2014 count
down.

i'm brimmed with those that
like my shine, even when it's
mottled in crazy.

& i'm chasing path that means
healing & right....even if that means
empty bank accounts.

& i have found my place. &
grown roots that that run
deep & won't be threatened by the
wind whispers or smoke.

here's to a shine & the ram & a new 3 hundred & sixty-5.

solstice

sometimes the shine doesn't come through.
brick is brick
light or shadow
aside.

maybe the bricks need to shatter & split so
the flame can come through.

brick doesn't know how to burn.

maybe that would make the winter
harsh
melt &
spring could bloom early.

they say honey's sweeter
& fire seems to fair well with
the bees & their nectar.

those brick words & their
vinegar dose
seem to be more fight than
they're worth.