DAN  THARP

From our 20th Anniversary Anthology
A ROSE IN  THE BRIAR PATCH
poems by DAN  THARP
Oscar
We dropped his ashes from the bridge
into the Canadian River below;
left our words upon the breeze and
watched the current
sweep him away…
followed soon by two car
                and an empty can of beer.
Morning Colors
Morning colors
play upon the clouds –
in oranges, reds
and pretty pastels –
And were I to feel
the morning breeze
play about
as it would please;
brush up against
my skin and tease
the longing of
my heart…
then I would see
you standing there;
the morning colors
in your hair.
Forgive me if
I’m unaware
of others
standing near.