| fly-by-nite lighthouse |
He tells me so much more than expected- utterances so unfettered they soar- super-powered, mud-splattered action-rocket-stegosaurs! Bam- Pyoo- Crash! Than stop. Daddy guess what? Today- today we learned the sun is burning hot with gasses and it has spots! Miss Rogers says someday- actually- it will be a super-nova! Miss Rogers says it- it is so amazing! Suddenly, his story ends, his arms embrace me, tension strays from its orbit ordained to dissolve, a runaway planet reflective of the sun's keen rays- snuggled- snoozing- super-nova son Miss Rogers is right. He is so amazing. |
| ALL POETRY COPYRIGHT MB TANKERSLEY 2007 |
| inside sun |
| Happy fifth birthday to Garron Roger Dudley Tankersley, my son, and as he has been from the beginning, the inside sun. My wife gave him that sobriquet when he was a newborn because she, my daughter and I are all nightowls, and Garron is a "morning" type. He would literally rise with the sun. So many phrases in this piece have private meanings that I hesitated to post it here but what the heck? You can deal with it, right? |