Dusty Boots

December 16, 2017

my grandfather’s bones

are in the ground

still his dusty boots

wait patiently by the back door

longing to feel useful again

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Ceiling Tiles

December 13, 2017

crisp white ceiling tiles look down on me

each fitting perfectly in their square

you can have your high and mighty

i’m happy living down here

The Shoe Box

December 10, 2017

our universe

is inside an old shoe box

— lid held on by a tiring rubber band —

on a dusty shelf in God’s attic

a long-forgotten collection

from His youth

Late Autumn Hike

December 8, 2017

crunching leaves echo

through the bleak abandoned woods

i watch my breath rise

A Day’s Work

December 6, 2017

the cheerful wood thrush persistently pecks at the forest floor

pausing now and then to share a song

all in a day’s work

Old Photo Albums

December 5, 2017

Thumbing through old photo albums

I see monochrome ghosts in the prime of their lives

Smiling

Laughing

A gleam in their eyes

Soon to be memories in a dusty book

Fingerprints

December 1, 2017

this vast slab of soiled pavement

collects the fingerprints of those who fall

and those who push themselves up