Month: November 2017

Leaving town
Leaving the freeway
Leaving familiar signs
Leaving asphalt
Leaving the car
Leaving gravel
Leaving the trail
Smiles mist and mud

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Broadway”)

Tangled strokes of matted lawn
Signal the return
We have a mumpsimus

Crisscrossing old tracks
I corner him in the yard

Face set to the clouds
Heels kicking at the sod

“What are you doing?”
“Walking”
“Umm that’s not walking”
[Eye roll] “Typical”

He scoots away
Tentacles of shredded shirt
Wriggle in his wake

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Of That Blithe Throat of Thine“)