Thursday, December 22, 2016

Dream Fort


Dream Fort
Trevor Kaldor
12/22/16

Last night I dreamt we had a fort in the woods
Instead of a dog, and kids.
We played until the light thinned
The trees stretched out
And the ground began to swallow all the unnecessary sound
We slept and dreamt we had a dog and kids

A sound of engines
And feeling of headlights
Crept into the sleepy woods
unknown grown ups with their serious talk
were louder than the engines
but they did not enter past the trees
they swayed back and forth on their spindle legs
as adults tend to do, trying to see
without getting dirty

but the woods now seemed spoilt.
We gathered our clothing and headed for the street
Stalling on the path
We pushed back against headlights and metal
Glancing at the fort,
Through the dusky woods

We knew we could not come back
so we pushed back again,
But this time, the metal blankets gave way
And the stabbing headlights were the horizon
As the sun broke through

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

New Home


New Home
By Trevor Kaldor 12/21/2016

He found it difficult to tell the difference
To speak the difference
But feeling and speaking can be distant cities
Still,
A few miles of pavement?
Snowbanks and billboards all the same.

But one belonged to him,
And owned him at the same time
The other was a late 80’s sedan,
Pulling itself down main street
Destination in mind.
Hop in if you like,
Buckle up if you can.

Now,
With the rundown garage and the flat streets
There was something weepy
Something small but unknown
Something excited
Something
A tenderly fragile opportunity
For this new place to be good, or not

The old place was steeped…
No, distilled with memories
childhood home
streets learned in the saddle of a neon huffy with white tires
countless skinned knees meant that ground was bought with blood
blessed and sanctified.
this ground owes him nothing
and can’t claim him or name him

he finds it difficult to speak it
but there’s a difference.