Heed not Steve

Rio Salado

these

dark

mornings-

the river is cold

the river is dry

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2016

And So Don’t I

I may not
know
much about
art
but
I
don’t
know it
when I
see it

Ce n’est pas ça…


—-

© Steve Mitchell 2016

Always Underfoot

slate sky –
I ignore my
shadow

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2016

While Geese Honk Their Songs

down and down –
we plumb the deep in our
cold air balloon

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2016

Apprehension

in those

small world

days

those

Rock ’em Sock ’em

days

with

my short

legs and

my short past

all TV

quicksand

and polyester

forgery

I worried

about strangers

about dogs

about teenagers

I worried

what if Santa arrives before I’m asleep?
what if I don’t like toys when I grow up?
what if I can’t learn long division?

what if?

what if

on my wedding night

with my bride

on our honeymoon

bed

it falls to me

but

I still

haven’t  learned

the

mechanics

of

sex?

what if?

I worried

in those

days

those

long future

days

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2016

Oh, Another One

squiggletree

in
the ether
trees
and scribbled
pine

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2016

It’s December and Our Tree Is Up 🌲 

Silver and sleek, cozy and agile, it’s a tree for the 21st century. 

Cold and Dry

red nose weather –
an old cricket
crawls by

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2016

Stain Upright

austere
winter concrete trees
and steel

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2016

Up and Awake Because We Choose

this for you

little Stevie

long ago

past our bedtime

and who cares?

feel it

tomorrow

before the sun

in the dark

curse the clock

past our bedtime

but hey

little Stevie

sometimes

bedtime

is

only

whatever

time

—-

© Steve Mitchell 2016