i give my heart to ghosts
mostly.
and butterflies.
the kind that flutter near
and lick the salt
from my skin
breathe in my ear
then
flutter away
to be carried by
whatever strong wind
may come

tonight i plan
to sit on my hot
Texas porch
with a stick of butter
hoping that
love will flutter

have you ever been
in the
m i d d l e
of a journey
and just keep
looking to the
e n d
when you will be done?
a man spoke today
then i leaned back
in my chair
at my lap
and began to stare
tears welled
my gut swelled
and i began to storm
like a Texas June
napkin to my face

had my elbows been on the table
i would have
spilled the pitcher

but tonight i plan
to sit on my
Texas porch
with a plan like butter.
hoping.

amen.