Twilight Memories

Two foot tall Malibu lights flash

intermittently as they slowly come to life,

lighting the way to wood paneled wannabe mansions,

and signaling the end of our daily adventures. 

The last of the hold outs, we huddle beneath them

with our jacket hoods over the top… giggling

and telling spooky stories in our makeshift tent. 

The first call to dinner comes but we ignore it…

knowing full well in ten minutes there will be another.  

We talk excitedly about our upcoming mud ball fight,

our impressive arsenals, and then taunt and laugh

hysterically while imagining each other’s demise. 

Darkness falls as the second call beckons more intently!

If we wait for the third there will be consequences along with it. 

So with sore butts, skin pitted through our clothes

from the gravel, we hop up say our goodbyes and

rush toward home calling out promises for tomorrow. 

With each footfall we push a little harder…

so that when we reach the door it appears as though

we made the effort for that home cooked meal. 

(For Billy)

Copyright 1/20/2011

Dani Heart

Birch Switches, Twine, and Crayfish

Twinkles in azure blue cemented your resolution…

So off we went in search of the perfect pieces of timber

that fashioned with some string would later become our poles…

Another grand adventure would find us at the water’s edge,

you baiting my string with precision as I watch in awe…

wondering if this is really going to work?

Soft breezes ripple the water,

your face is round with anticipation and excitement

and it’s contagious!

Fate smiles upon me first much to your surprise and wonder?

Like a drill sergeant you order me pull him in! pull him in!!!!

And in one fell swoop adulation and exaltation

give way to anger, scorn and condemnation…

When to my horror and squeals,

the alien thing with pinchers at the end of my line

drops back into the water and scurries under a rock!

Your face softens with compassion and then laughter

I was after all a girl…

Fate was laughing too

as we filled our bucket with your creepy crawly delights…

the day you taught me to fish. 

(For Billy)

Winds of Discord

The winds of discord are warm, arid, and empty;

Like the vacancy of places long since abandoned where the only thing louder than the silence is the eerie rustling of things left unsettled…

Unlike the fresh cool breezes of spring or the invigorating first flurries of winter these tepid dusty winds offer no comfort as they fail to lift and carry away the heaviness on my heart.

©Dani

Nov 15, 2021