For You & You

For You


Move the old
to always
like a beard

see this chin
to see again.
You wait

while I
eat my
breakfast and coffee.

In one hundred days
morning
I could ignore you.

A poem would come
it would
be here again

like white hairs
falling to
white emptiness.



For You & You


I became self-sufficient,
no you or you
scaring me

just the waking
up, stirring
in the bed,

waking my dog up
to see the deer.
Then you

were okay with me,
okay.
I hadn’t

upset
one I loved
like a tiger-striped dog.

Because I couldn’t
know, didn’t
know, did know.

I miss you,
call you in the car.
I don’t know the advice.

Some excellent poems at whisky is for friends, a few for me.