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In Monroe, Wisconsin

For J.P.

You were the best of us
Even when we were at our best
In that big drafty room
Wearing clothes owned by other people
The love – big love – poured all over us
When you opened the door that morning
We let it wash our souls like Lake Michigan water
You were generous and brave and honest

Later you raged against injustice
You lifted the heaviest of loads
You were the best of us
Only you knew how good we could be
And you never let us forget

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Leaving the Conversation

(P-Bone’s flow)

So you left
I’m not bereft
It wasn’t theft
It’s for the best

You see my words
Are like Nerds
Not the man, G
But the can-dy

I give you sweet words
My reet petite words
If I do real good
I’ll make you feel good

That’s my gift to you
There’s no rift with you
Just a lift for you

So leave if you need to
Find a kid you can read to
Or a rock you can climb on
Or you own words to rhyme on

Just try to remember
From January through December
Until my words find an end
You will always be my friend

I Will Lift You Up

When your heart is finally broken
And the final words are spoken
When you feel you’ve had enough
I will lift you up

When the flames of love have died out
And your tears have all been cried out
When the course is getting tough
I will lift you up

I will put you on my shoulder
Comfort you if you get colder
I will lift you up and bring you home.

Come with me – take my hand
When you need someone to love you
I will lift you up

When the promise loses reason
And your love’s accused of treason
When you’ve finally had enough
I will lift you up

When you’ve been held down for so long
I will sing you one more love song
When the going gets too rough
I will lift you up

I will put you on my shoulder
Comfort you if you get colder
I will lift you up and bring you home.

Come with me – take my hand
When you need someone to love you
I will lift you up

The Great Blue Heron

for Kristina (again)
July 24, 2013

My love is like an in-the-park home run on a perfect evening in July
It is sudden and exciting and rare and everyone pretty much stands there – looking surprised

My love is like a Great Blue Heron in a Japanese garden on a perfect afternoon in July
It is rare and grand and graceful and we watch it fly away – but it always comes back

My love is like a perfect day in July in Chicago with a sweet song on the wind off the lake
It is soulful and rare and I promise if you spend the day there – you will never forget it

Your World is Pink

You want to color your world pink now
Don’t you know your world already is pink
Fresh and new like a beautiful baby
The time to sit back and enjoy the pink is now
The time to bathe your body in the wet pink is now
You can warm your heart in the hot pink now too
Your world is not gray and it hasn’t been for many years
Your world surely isn’t red I took care of that myself
Nor are there greens or browns or whites in your world
There is only pink and pink alone
So take off those big dark glasses
And dip that beautiful face into the pink
And never ever be sad again – not while I’m alive

The Warning of the Rose

She ignored the warning about the thorns
As big as your knuckle she was told – and sharp
Like nothing she’d ever seen before
Be careful they all warned her time and time again
You gotta be real careful around those roses
You see the stem is the lifeline of the rose
And you have to protect your lifeline at any cost
That’s why God put thorns on roses like that
They protect the lifeline from foolish lovers
Who would sever that line and kill the rose
Now God must have really felt special about this rose
To have given it those big spiny thorns
He must not have wanted anyone to have it
But some simple minded sharecropper’s daughter
Cut it quick and sent it to where you got it from
So now that you have it you have to handle it carefully
Because the tighter you squeeze – the more you bleed
The pain will still not be worth the blood
She ignored each warning
As if she never heard a one of them
She grabbed that rose and held on for life
She squeezed that life line for all she was worth
She was not afraid of the pain
She clasped her soft pink hand around it
And felt the thorns her tender flesh
Still she would not let go
The blood began to fill the whorls on her fingertips
Before slowly dropped to the floor
Where it made a small red puddle
She just stood there smiling weakly
Holding tightly on to her rose
Everyone left her alone there
Maybe the blood was too much for them

To Betray Her

The clouds of steam kicked out of her mouth
as she firmly rubbed her forehead
Her downward glance blinded her to all that was around her
she stood – not stooped but hunched – as I passed
I hoped for one look or one motion to betray her to me