Alphabet Soup Minuscule

The Laundry Maid

In the Turning

In the turning emerges new word,
And with this word– fresh tongue that tastes of clove.
One that speaks softer than the one before it.
A language overlaps, like cumulonimbus.
But with this…
A need to grasp.

In the turning you hold your name.
It isn’t worth much more than the voice who speaks it.
The way it rolls off a lip and,
Sounds when it is spoken in your ear.
He loves it more than the one before, and he carries it proudly.

In the turning we look away.
We don’t catch one another’s eyes in passing.
Instead pretending not to notice, and ignore these pages that are burning.
As the paper yellows,
The writing fades.
Yet, in the turning a heart still pounds.
As the finger still tries to say what the mouth cannot.

In the turning…
We fade.

Toss it in a can

Love is like a cigarette,
At first touch you are apprehensive,
Yet, you hold on to it and try.
You inhale small amounts at first,
As you press softly between your coral lips.
It feels different, incredible.

Then over time it become mundane,
You feel sick, undesirable.
That appealing feeling goes away with each drag.
The filter comes off on those lips,
So, you put it out.
Toss it in a can.
Then walk away.

Come Tomorrow

Come tomorrow,
There will be a little less time.
Less time for us to learn,
To just be partners,
Memorizing every face,
And every laugh and worry that walks across it.
As if it were a lake that just had a rock skimmed across it.

Come tonight,
I will tuck myself in.
And let dreams take me,
I will whimper like a puppy in my sleep.
And each of my pillows will have names,
Though they won’t carry yours.
As there will be less time to try and figure us out.

Come tomorrow,
When the cardinals wake me with their voice.
I will make my coffee and sip it.
And I will close my eyes as I feel the heat of it run down my throat.
My gray sweater will pull me close,
As I put on my winter coat
And drive to that little school.
Where my children will greet me.
They will smile, their dirty smiles.
Yet, I won’t think of you.
Because there will be less time with reading and planning.
Come tomorrow.

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