44 On the Back Porch

I never considered

This side of the house

I find myself busting

at the seams

outside a bubbling brook

of fairy tale fame

My gut spills out side

Myself in rapture

And tomorrow when the pants don’t fit I’ll

buy another pair

and curse

I cross an arm and it’s

gone

no one can see

the thick that binds me

I hold myself safe here

well and forever

In a yellow-lit night with

cars streaming by

a motion picture light play

a tease and Christmas baubles

The world is valiant and has no luck with Reason

I’ll leave you with the Lion’s breast

of summer

the Robin, and

the Rhubarb in a cage