teenager

you see in his face the baby
you held tight like nothing else to hold

you poured in love as from a garden hose
endless and clear

now a scraggly bunch of whiskers
interspersed with the blemishes
the many imperfections
the being human
that so distresses him

leaves you incapable

the spigot turns on,
dams up inside
there’s nothing you can do
there’s nothing you can do

Yellow (red eye taking off from Dulles)

Yowl low

Yowl low

Yowl low

Tiny girl seated behind me

Mouthing it the first time

tangy

stretchy

liquid taffy

Later it'd be sunshine

egg yolk

flower

or lemon

For now

yowling moon sliver

horizon sailing

wee happy boat

on the longest, darkest night