see. I told you would be better with posting. here is a newer piece I wanted to share.
(window ledges)
That summer I bussed it
City to valley and back
Each day
Stones grew in my heart
And fingers tensed along window ledges
I cried as
The valley remained dry
Those days
Spit in spurts between fatigue and fairy tales
Novels at novellas
Fluffing
Between lines
So much said turned out wrong
I could not tell
Where the river and road met
Nor handle tiny hands peeled with thirst,
The tearing away of love
Walking out of doors
It smelled
Of creaking agony
That summer where
Every stone between bus and home
Grew in my heart and stuck between toes
I could not stay or goodbye
Did not know real from fiction
I hugged and whispered them
It is not over yet
Look over the mountaintop
I will be back
-jca