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

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.