Perfection can be found easily with less handling, incomplete knowledge and distance
love is learning when to use one or more of the three
And when to abandon them completely

Sun watercolors the night to blue we sigh an’ see mercury clouds rushing to meddle a middle of afternoons smiling just to see the wrinkles cross his face the hum of Beethoven in his grooves

A cat in front of
the art gallery
becomes both
caricature
and masterpiece
Where do we stand
beside such a cat
What changed when he passed
by the door

A hornet’s nest step the way forward is a hornet’s nest step honest figured slip step misstep would trigger a misfit between catcher and glove

The moment never fit hand into glove but overran as fist into-

Misspent the hours never saw the next step is a hornet’s nest step tongue twister I will miss what could have been what has been torn

Lucy keens
we’ve been howling this week
for Colorado and Sara
She leans in my face
Near toppling
Licks the air
At times catching my nose
The cat watches
Her own fur cowlicked
Out of sorts she seeks my lap
Then abandons it for the couch
Her yellow eyes blink at me,
“It’ll be okay”
I don’t want this to pass
I don’t want to forget

Darkest sleeves of morning
The rose tipped Rockies
ragged cloth spun out across
a newest bum the sun still pickled
Sags over the valley like so much yolk
I roll down the window
Snap a picture
And miss it entirely

A fever a malcontent bordering fair gardens corruption imminent we say bed your pardon a child lost to the system solar spins on out of reach our hands tied while the fishing line wheels world spins another burial another dead end