the kids cling to us
days after
broken bottles
a shattered clay skull
novels scattered
paintings hang askew
they are still afraid and
our words of comfort
rupture trust
with each aftershock
then in came the winds screaming down the mountain the giant hemlock shaking angry as us all that the end of April feels like the end of Fall and now snow does with the gust white whirling snow devils
I didn't drink coffee until after highschool that summer I took a new job at River Marina first morning on the job Pat Jennings, my new boss asked, "Do you drink coffee?" I shook my head "Well, then y