Arched

Tourmaline ankles

like the wind

stretch my eyes gravity

downward.

I reach your

soft vellum

flesh of apricot toes

cradle it within my hands.

I am impressed by

the architecture

how it sways and swings

like a bridge

spanning all my horizons.

I have seen beauty

but upon the ground

it has no equal.

Kevin Harling.

Two

The Remains of the Days

The wind drooped like a curtain

calling out your name

from the ashes,

embers of last summer’s eyes

still remaining in the loam.

I have baked many loaves

encrusted them with miniature

cranberry clocks.

We are all keeping time

watching from windows

and verandas.

Yesterday is a soft shoe shuffle

of all my today’s and tomorrow’s,

I can never utter the words Goodbye.

The iridescent wind

will always call out your name.




I am Human

I am a flawed caterpillar crawling on my knees

I have seventeen legs with which I see

I have blue perforated tentacles for ears

I spin webs of non truth just for kicks

I regurgitate my own laughter for amusement

I walk upside down on my hands

I am imperfection perfected

I look for love in all the wrong places

I am human after all.


Kevin Harling.