Monday, May 21, 2018

HOW WE BUILD ~









You Reach For Lilacs






This was two years ago

And I still remember









A Thought Of You, Brings This






There is a way to look at the sunrise

Without walking to it

Again, you have taught me this



A box of wet cherries



A book closed

With your lap



And things become precious to me

A half mile meadow

Deeply mowed, a circle of crows

Settle down

The machinery is still



Each hand stays filled







Long Time Together





4 dollars I paid

For this dark scarf

Of large red roses



And love’s fortune

Is that I had you

There with me, out



On the sidewalk to

Fold it, and wear

Around your neck






How We Build





It is a day

Of sawing slab wood

Splitting

Then stacking

And be done



Tucking away insulation

Fixing windows

Sharpening every tool



The happy moment

Is that there are still

Small grasshoppers

In the slip of the meadow

That it is 28 degrees

At 7 this morning

And I wash your hair

In one bucket of

Strong spring water —

There is nothing like it




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BOB ARNOLD
I'm In Love With You
Who Is In Love With Me
Longhouse 2012


 



2 comments:

Luster said...

Bob,

What lovely poems and how nice to have a spoonful to remind be of the whole good pot.

stay close,
mike

Bob Arnold / Longhouse said...

Thanks, Mike.

Now lilacs in a day of rain.

all's well, Bob