Poem: Handcraft

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Handcraft

I hide my hands from my lover
Dripping in apple’s wine
The season is now morning
And you do not harvest

I shall pick the fruit
Forgotten by my lover
I shall reap the rewards
Of the farmer’s labor

Dance across the leaves
That shine with dew
Hop along the river
A trail you once knew

Poem: Just Dawn

 

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Just Dawn

My window blinds squint out a slit of light.

No one can tell the view from here but me.

 

I see the June cherry tree out there, on the other side

holding bouncing chickadees that peck at branch aphids.

I hear the roof-spine morning seagulls barking orders

—when pushed off swiftly by rumble-crows for turf!

The rustle-bush below my pane shelters raccoons shaking soft
clawed hands.

Without a sound, regal-mother deer and spotted twins walk
down the middle of the path towards breakfast.

 

I walk with them in my mind, think of oatmeal and coffee.

Then, tuck my leg back under the covers a little longer.

 

~Shannon P. Laws

Almost 8

Morning offering of beer bottles gather on the last 
step laid over, laid up, slept past last call
My coffee in too small a cup sits 
with me at a table that limps
Construction worker walks from sandwich shop to truck, 
early enough for the dirty professions, still too 
early for the clean, those bleached-sterile 
by fluorescent preserved in recycled air
Trash in the bushes, empty cup rolls 
along in this morning wind
will it be enough to push over clouds
 that fill this window
There’s my man!  A Hamster: suit and soft shoe, on his bike, 
backpack full of papers, phone, protein bar, water.  
He navigates through intersection of Railroad / 
Chestnut, the traffic light a suggestion
*A “Hamster” is a person who lives in Bellingham, Washington.