not all the leaves, but a lot of them

inhale.


feel like i missed out on a dozen poems while i've been away from my puter
let's see...


this weekend up until this very moment...
couldn't recreate that forever face i found on the stoop saturday morning
the conversations we had, so moving- it made the sun come out
opened the door to the heart
or when the evening fell upon us and i felt like i took a trip with my nephew to the philippines
or even deeper in the evening, bar talk with that loyal girl, her love a constant reminder of true laughter
and crawling even further into the hours chasing the moon
the margician and i catch up on what it is to have human connection
poetry sessions with audge
celebrating curly's birthday
5am was a good time for sleep to knock on my door

then sunday arrived and i woke to classical music
my parent's and i cleaned house for that little lady's 4th
the circus in full effect
it was like a mini woodstock in the backyard
a rainbow of color, pinatas, hawaiian dance, dance-off
and amongst the children was that forever face again
then poker brought me 2nd
and the little lady's 'rents took first
they needed that one
talks with the blonde in her new convertible post party
which lead to us sharing a bed, sharing some life
and her cat and her two dogs sharing my pillow

and in the morning we did coffee and breakfast sandwiches
she went off to shoot a short and i went off to the courthouse to stand in line
then to that redhead funny girl's spot, close a window, keep the love
on to downey for the clean up crew
clean my car crew
packing crew
practice crew with the nephew
and then bam- downtown
lost soul's cafe
the rush lady still beautiful, makin' it happen
and my creators decided to see me rather than go to poker
and so did that forever face
and scout girl and aragon came with company
such beautiful people
and my soul i spilled a little bit on stage
and my heart i sent out a little bit out there
and this spirit it did, dance a bit in here
and the veteran poet we met outside
and the booth at that dive we squeezed inside

then this morning i woke up to a message from pops
said he didn't realize that he wasn't gonna see me for a couple weeks
said he would have hugged me longer
said he missed me already
and the kids, we kissed
and the plumsicle, we drove
to the airport where i met sweet trust
and it all felt so familiar
but so changed
airplane chats, taxi chats, central park chats, sushi chats with mr. crawford, dog chats with his woman, connely talks with mr. yale, witty talks with the cowboy
in this apartment again
five years later
went out for a smoke and called my sister
did it because it had never been done before
we weren't friends back then when i roamed this corner
amazing how much shifts
and my trip has just begun

i really did try to say hello to all those fall leaves for that forever face

this ain't much of a poem, i know
just felt the need to scratch down the sketch of it
because i really do feel like i've missed out on about a dozen or so poems these last few days


guess what i'm saying is
life is good


exhale.