The Attraction of Titles

Solidify
Blade slashes bag.
Charcoal clouds billow out.
Filling lungs and pockets.
Hose sprays water.
Winding in minuscule rivulets.
Forming muddy clumps.
Shovel mixes.
Liquid and powder unite.
Smooth like an iced chai.
Wheelbarrow pours.
Secret disappears.
Cement hardens.
Fingerprints and all.

Melt
Spring is the best time of year
I trade mud brown Sorels
for indigo leather Airwalks
as the snow becomes slush and then
memory
Men melt
Carrots and coal
remain to testify they were there
The Mississippi swells
It is a dangerous serpent
The hockey rink transforms into a soccer field
A delicate icicle clings
to the white birch tree in the front yard
fiercely determined to endure
the summer