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The weight of you
held me
like ballast to the balloon
a stabilizer
to regulate the rate of rise

I ate
so you could gain
and map a trajectory
all your own
instead of remaining tethered

The blue
remains undiminished
with promise hovering
in every launch
as you seek your perfect latitude

Day 14

(for my son on his 20th birthday)




In the dirt, grubs and worms
carbon and bacteria
husks of bugs
and sandy loam
clay and fungi mixing
with bits of rock
the decaying roots of last year’s show

All the blazing new
built on generous graves
of organic and inorganic antecedents

Shamelessly wild and naïve
they emerge
demanding regard and consideration
whether their formation was meticulously mapped
or haphazard of nature

Day 6

Upward Mobility


The black, aluminum chair balanced
atop the weathered shed, legs
straddling the peaked roof.
Its cushioned seat looked enticing
even though the perch looked precarious.
With a wider view comes risk. Rising
takes audacity. She began her climb.

NaPoWriMo Day 15

A Ten-Year-Old’s Summer, 1974, Minnesota



we’d dive into the river
slip under the root beer colored surface
to grab ahold of the swaying weeds
which grew from the silty bottom
anchor ourselves in the murk
and see who could hold their breath longer

whoever broke first
rose up and gulped air
propelled by preservation
used their allowance
to buy the pop and gum
at Hooley’s grocery store

peddling home
we’d sip our 7UPs
racing the purple twilight
and lightning bugs
to glowing porch lights
and unconcerned parents

who had watched us walk out the door
as the sun started to rise
not even bothering to ask us
where we were headed
or with who
never doubting we’d return


Julie Ayers
NaPoWriMo Day 21




because of the braces
his smile is closed tight

plaid is no longer cool
solid colored T-shirts preferred

when we talk
I tilt my head
back and up
and see chin

he has my brother’s eyebrows now

no more need
to flip socks inside out
seams touching toes
finally tolerable

he still loves his dog
more than anything
or anyone

still yells from his bed
for someone to come
scratch his head
when he can’t fall asleep

when he got behind the wheel
yesterday, driving
he asked me
if I was as relaxed as I professed
why was my right hand clutching the door

and he turned
a wide, sealed smile my way
blue eyes bright

April 2015
Julie Ayers
NaPoWriMo Day 14





Scuff mark
on the bedroom floor
read absence
read violent removal
read lost

Chambers full
of things deemed precious
all items viewed necessary
for the journey on
now broken trophies
fodder for archeologists

Were the right treasures
loaded in
the binding strips
properly anointed
to ensure a safe tethering
through time

For the sweet prince
pursued by darkness
despite the suns etched
into every wall
hearts have been preserved in stoneware
at the ready for the promised awakening

February 2015
Julie Ayers