past journeys

fog shrouds sharp edges
creeps over corn fields
hides the road
white lines
world wiped out

fog betrays
yesterday's images today's truth
lingering melody

voice in the back seat
not really there
disappointment etched in the window

a waking dream

@bonnie pignatiello leer

scrape off the dirt

pulled from dirt
onions
from the last trace
of my garden

mud covered
cold and unsightly
but fresh pungent smell
as if the sun still
governed day

I held the onion
tried to scrape off dirt
then the first slimy layer
uncover beauty
underneath

knife in other hand
to slice off roots
that had grown long
burrowed deep
into sun warmed soil
and final remains
of the stem that basked in sun
all summer

dirt gets stuck
under my finger nails
as I peel away layers
find snow white perfection

@bonnie pignatiello leer