Red River Girl Posts

Gifts
ii.

These are words…

I found in a box.
By the back door.
Just outside a notebook.
Next to the tracks.
Still believing they could fly.

These I kept under my pillow.

These I kicked out.
Erased.
Let go.
By the side of the road.

These I buried.
Watered.
Transplanted in an
Unsuspecting dream.

Gifts
i.

Everything you give away
I gather…

Green twine.
Red flower pots.

Polish for
The scruffy souls.

December
v.

Even in
Winter.
Flowers bloom.

December
iv.

For the places that never
grow old.

For the secrets you never
told.

Oh for the curves and
the dips and
the swerves
and the pull of
outside and
the switch-back and
climb and the
curve

in the curves
of the road.

December
iii.

Everything afire.
Wild geese
Chasing where you kiss.

December
ii.

There you are.
Waiting for
the floor to dry.

Sweeping everything but need
away.

And sweeping.

December
i.

Waking you to watch
first snowflakes.
Winter’s fire flies.

(About) Technology

Being framed in a book is not the end of
things. Even when the cover closes. And the
lights go out. Paragraphs mingle and whisper
in tongues. Send text messages.

The heroine knows.

(About) the Truth

The truth can be hard to put a finger on. Like
a trigger. Only not like pulling the trigger, because
everyone knows the reader will get the last
word.

Not the girl.