Storm Raining Apples

storm raining apples
lightning cracking up oak
toad perfectly still
 
in the firepit—no blaze
beer at 7 AM
 
broken mirrors with no images
second guesses now too late
the wolf spider who owns himself
 
hearts collect near the river
the ladder is upside down and climbing
the woodpile waits, but there is no match
angels are dancing on metal spikes
 
the ballcap/ dirty/ rides above fur
muddy ankles with clean toes
nothing to do? So ...
 
drink the dream
have beer at 7 AM
eat the apples raining down
kiss the toad—your true friend
bury your feet in nofear
drink the dream
 
birds own the sky  


‘Storm Raining Apples’ appeared in
Central Avenue issue #23, October 2004