i want to tell you a secret

she said, her auburn highlights

burning in the breeze

i know the way of men.

ok, i thought. and what of that?

she popped a bubble

and ran away,

the gauze of her smile

forever now etched on my mind.

if i could be any color

i’d choose a shade from either end

of the day’s curtain.

those wake-up hues of dawn

the soothing, sometimes fiery

purples, reds, and golds @ dusk.

i’d be infused with the promise

of a new day & the contentment

of twenty-four hours well-lived.


Like steel. Or foam rollers.

Stripped of any


or stability

or charismatic wanderings.

Yes. Her life was in a pickle.

She just had to dill deal with it.