Cold Moonbeams on Cold Squirrels – A Poem By Kelly D. Tolman

Posted by admin on December 31, 2008

Heartbeats shiver like squirrels in th frost.

They know I’m cold.

Hearts feel faint;

They taste like muffins,

bust smell only of old mold.

These squirrels feel the way a lemon sounds

When it drops to the ground.

Kathy Williams was a squirrel

in John Day a long time ago.

And moonbeams dance

the way fish mingle

when the water’s warm.

She wasn’t a squirrel at all.

Fudge fish don’t care,

Even though if the wind blows

the dogs will bark.

I hear their cold growlls;

they look tainted in teh mist.

Geez you’re short.

The random pipes of memory broke

the heart I watched,

and it stopped beating.

The squirrels were as sad as sparkling starlight

that danced in a crystal web.

Kid watched from the shadows

As I flew into th ground.

Tomorrow hearts will fly.

To where? No one knows but the squirrels.

They follow the monster candles in heaven

where I’ll be happy to be sad again.

Porque no hay duro que no se quebra.

So the trees sing, the hearts dance,

the squirrels go out to sea,

while we all shake with the cold.

Copyright 2008 Kelly David Tolman

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