fifteen hundred miles

there's music through the airport crowd
like a butterfly amongst the clattering dandelions
and I have 1,500 miles of thought
and I see them stretching out
straight as the prairie

(if I glance up)
perhaps I'll see you instead of gray
perhaps your dancing has blown away the sullen tiles
to cast me into swirling sky

or perhaps I have 1500 miles of taupe
polite but empty miles
so I stare straight ahead
and try not to dream too brightly

Twitter poem: gastown balloons

A crumpled berry of remembering.
Pink says birthday
from
the branch that snatched you
from the wind.

twitter poem: airplane haiku

beginning the flight.
Needles made it through customs;
Fingers twice flying.

Twitter poem: piercing the veil

I have devoured the morning
and pierced the light with my sharper eye,
pounded on the gates of heaven,
demanding satisfaction