I have seen ugliness today...

but i love the sound of rock on rock
hand on limb
heel on ledge
slip of stone to curve the step
toes in dust
palm to earth
slide of skin and denim on edge

nothing to speak of the ugliness
or that dark that found a way in

but i love the green of the traffic light
a backdrop blink
two stories up
to color the brick
behind your stage
remove me as i watch you sing
and dull my panic's sting

nothing to speak of the lonely ache
or that dark that broke it's way in

i love the glisten of frost on grass
5 am
new spring warm
arch of the neck to meet the sky
before i let myself in
cold and empty
but free of guilt
and free of tangled strings

nothing to speak of the ugliness
bitter tongues
struggling smiles
prelude to end
vagabond style
or the darkness that nestled in

all i want is rock on rock
soul of the shoe
where water creeps
cold as ice
brief as spring
rock on rock
grip to limb
heel to the air
where winter has been