Month: April 2018

Swept in the current
We all feel it
Swimming for shore
Each our own

-T. Weeks
(In response to “Good-Bye My Fancy“)

The way I use this town
Depends on where I live
Stop lights and grocers
Hibernated in my blind spot
Until that rush and splash
Washed away sheet rock
And comfortable routine
Now disrupted and displaced
We stare out strange windows
Strangers in our own town

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Lingering Last Drops”)

I usually take my mornings black
But today
Two people new to us
Here for the weekend
To drink in Portland
And its teas and coffees
Sat at breakfast
Near to us and greeted us
Smiles and tattoos and stories
If nothing else happens
Here’s to the travelers
Who made our day all the sweeter

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Sail out for Good, Eidolon Yacht!“)

Miles above soggy fields
Belly full of headphones
Breaching and diving
Engines hiss
Hhhhoooommmmeeee
But some hear farewells
Together we race to Portland
Not fast enough

-T. Weeks
(A response to “After the Supper and Talk“)