Blue Poems

ICE FISHING

there’s one right there no there’s not you moron that was
probably a rock or something rocks don’t move around
and flap like a fish lake brain shut it you’re lucky i even
took you out here in this cold this is the last time i’m taking you out
here in this cold
and the boys continued their tussle
and their sliding
while brown trout and black crappie
bounced under their feet
and it was as if they did
not know or had merely forgotten
that in few months time the trees
blossom new colors before green
that the blue from sky and the water
would be the bluest that they had ever laid eyes
and the children would splash
as if the lake had never been frozen
at all


SPRING CLEANING

the planking has been
extended to account
for the rumors of raccoons
from last summer
and the grass grown already
as high as little sister
and in the hour before the blue
hour i look at you in your favorite
blue sweatshirt and remember
that even when you choose
to be in a difficult way
you still hold in your heart
every single thing

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Johnny Sleeping lives in Gold Bar, Washington.