Death
my soul recoils from
the cold skeletal touch of
the angel of death
–
twilight-
fireflies lead me
across the river
my soul recoils from
the cold skeletal touch of
the angel of death
–
twilight-
fireflies lead me
across the river
almost a year clean
yet I still have a hard time
passing by the spoons
–
closing time –
club soda
my paltry reward
immaturity-
unsure of how to deal with
my first streaks of gray
–
afternoon light-
test swatches
on the wall
to ease your burden
I’ll stand by your side a while
and shoulder your load
–
distant clouds-
fences in need
of mending
an aging lighthouse
stands sand blasted and buried
by the walking dunes
–
frigid winds-
the predawn
desert frost
a glowering moon-
the creak of a rocking chair
in an empty house
–
moonlit shadows-
your hand
pale in mine
high flying embers
remnants of a prior life
slowly turn to ash
–
distant thunder-
lightning strikes
a joshua tree
from this day forward
two lives bound together by
simple bands of gold
–
rich brown earth-
massive oxen
yoked together
in a basement bar
the windows dirty with time
drinking my coffee
–
sheets of rain-
a community
of strangers
reeds and rushes-
a warm tide ebbs from the marsh
and runs to the sea
–
sea glass-
walking the beach
at low tide