Friday, September 22, 2006

September's National A Couple of Poems Month!

Remember My Smell & Cold Tinkling On My Diction Maker

Remember My Smell

Remember my smell
when it was so wide
that morning
on the other side
of standing up?

Remember when
that cold weather
made us feel like
we could do everything
without moving?

Don't forget about
the way the weather
smells; the weather
was us that day --
September so fine.

Cold Tinkling On My Diction Maker

Cold crickets make sounds
unrepeatable by my diction maker.

They live in the lips
between the accordion door
and the garage floor.

When cold sneaks down from North,
the stars twinkle to keep warm,
and I breathe sealed breaths
to tune my diction maker.

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