Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

first smile

09 June 2014



The language of numbers,

muffled by crumbling sidewalks,

hopscotch carefully,

avoid the power of suggestion,

mother’s backs safe —

for the moment,


which is more than I can say

for dandelions gone to seed,

whose existence begs

for wanton stomping,


a childhood right,

like the sizzle of hot dogs over an open fire,

or the mustard it took

to shyly say hello

to a friend of a friend’s sister

that very first time …


It’s funny what we remember

as we carve out our place

at the table of thanksgiving,

for the joys that were,

the journey that has been,

and for that first smile

which changed us forever.



9 June, 2014 Posted by | Poetry | , | Leave a comment

yeah sure, whatever

09 June 2014



morning greeted me

most enthusiastically,

I, unwillingly agreed.



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