(by Daniel R. Jones)
Behind deep, dark eyes,
It’s sad, but true:
tame the blues,
before the blues
tame you.
The starting line
is staggered;
you were
born behind.
So long
as you’re still
running,
you’re doing
fine.
The Sheen in Dirty Things
(by Daniel R. Jones)
From a kitchen window, I saw it,
my sudsy hands soaking
in a sink:
Pearl white, a silky sheen of a thing,
the taut, intricate patterns glistened in the sun.
And just like the first recorded question of God,
it struck me.
Who told you spiderwebs were dirty?
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