Come With Me

Before I made Poetry Comics, I wrote poetry.

Gradually, many of these poems found pictures—and lost a few words in the process.

In this month of daily haiku comics, I’ve found echoes of my old poems in new pages.

Come with me

All who seek
The in-between places
Attics and alleyways
Paths of stray cats

Search the forgotten spaces
Ditches and thrift stores
Under bridges and stepping stones 
Where secrets are hidden

Follow wind chimes and birdsong
To find unkempt places
Trace the shadows of clouds
That pass overhead

Peer in the windows
Of deserted houses
Brush back the weeds
From headstones long-hidden

Keep looking for something
Still undiscovered
All that you know is
You'll know when you find it 

Unusually, 
Unimaginably,
Undeniably
Yours.

American Goldfinch Identification

Four inches long.
Fits in your palm.

Eats mostly seeds.
Speaks mostly in song.

Cap of black, beak of orange,
Wings tipped with white.

When perched on a flower,
A gem polished bright.

But when it takes flight—
A beam of yellow light.

Wildflowers 

The best moments arise from nowhere
Blooming in forgotten corners
Pushing up between the cracks
Overgrowing trash-strewn ditches
Bursting into vibrant color
Making brief departures 
From this mundane existence
Keeping you constantly
Searching for
Something 
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