Nostalgia for War and Peace

Annieepoetry

I get it.  It was a simpler time

A sweeter time for rivers and old trucks

and tongue flicks

Or it was the music

Or maybe we are magnets

and memory aligns us back

to the crystal structure we were before

I’m not sure.  It doesn’t make sense to me

I’m aware of my ignorance.   I don’t need

everything to fit into hard little rows

It doesn’t have to be simple or straight for me

to swallow it whole and let it keep my stomach warm and new

I love winter. There I said it.  I love the cold, the snow

The bundling up with sweaters and blankets

I love hot beverages and rums and scotches

I love cedar in the swamp toppled with clean white snow

And hot steam from my mouth when I breathe out

In steam visions, touching your cheek

As my feet make a trail along a…

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Grind me out when

The tree in the backyard is gone. I had the guys come and take it away

It was dying. I had no choice.  Now the yard is empty.  Next year there will be a garden. But now I miss the tree. It was a sugar maple that branched out and up.  Now there is a stump waiting to be ground down and out.

The wood is stacked up ready for the coming winter

My birthday is coming.  I am going to be 35.  These poems are all I have accomplished.  They are for you, my love, my Henry, my earth, my maple, my sweet, my rock, my baby.

I am not as good as a tree but maybe when I am ground out my stacks will keep you warm