I find my son’s bicuspid
on my dresser
beveled little stone
yellow and off white
dried blood on the jagged
underside
cairn of calcium
tilting
on the sandstone beach
of my palm
how did that tiny
flashing light
from 12 years ago
harden
into enameled rows
planted in red plots
of nutrient-rich
soil
how do any of us
move
from light
to matter
and back again
then I remember
there’s a killer virus
going around
and wash my hands.
………..
I am a poet and songwriter living in Oakland, California with my wife and son. When I am not ducking killer viruses, I can almost always be found with a pen or guitar in my hand. More of my poetry can be read here.