the music is louder
the sun, pinker.
the wind whispers softer
the smell of cedar, greater.
I feel all of the things lately.
Regret is the calm comfort of yesterday
Sadness hurdles change and sure steps take it’s place
Happiness is the ribbon of light streaming in
and the dust dances in her wake like glitter.
All the poems I want to tell you, All the
things I want to give away and watch you take from me:
if you could just put your hand on my heart:
these are the words I don’t know how to write
from the closet of my wardrobe heart.
hung on hangers, taped inside of shoe boxes
stacked three deep in the back of the attic.
Where old dresses and hats and
gloves and high heels litter the rafters.
Dig around in there, excavate my soul.
if you could
just put your hand