spare change

the other day you gave me
a penny for my thoughts.

i slipped it into my piggy bank,
then went to four hundred
and ninety-nine others,
thought out loud,
and hustled them each out of a penny.

before i continue,
i'd like to apologize.
i wanted to buy you
a five dollar word
(you need to build
up your vocabulary),
but did not realize
they charged tax.

so instead,
i got these on sale:
i, love, and you.

i even had leftover change.
penny for your thoughts?

thirsty

all out of juice
and none in the fridge -
just troubled water
still over the bridge.
can't find the words,
and can't find the soul
to confess to you
what you already know.

spool

the present is like a needle's eye
as our threadlike life slips it by
we can sew down our memories
but the toughest seams snap eventually

people come, then people go
an ephemeral meeting, inevitably
so before you leave i want you to know
this time with you means forever to me.