Saturday, February 12, 2011

for kramer

it’s okay, old friend,
if you cannot stand.
let me bring your dinner
closer. let me sit beside you
while you lick the bowl clean. here,
take a little water.

easy now, and I will lift
your fragile frame
from this hard floor
and set you back upon
your bed, your fur
and bones no burden to my arms.
my heart, another matter.

bear with me now before
you sleep. meet my eyes
with yours and let me hold
your head in my hands
for just a moment more.

gently now, I will unfasten
the collar against your throat.
there will be no need of it where you go.

my dear friend of almost 16 years


Wednesday, February 9, 2011

this

some poems
you do not write

you wait
hushed
as the soul
strains
its urgent
whisper

this

this

listen
and remember
this