Puppeteer
up above the fray
just outside of the spotlight
he tugs on the strings
–
a rumpled hat-
his marionette dances
for loose change
up above the fray
just outside of the spotlight
he tugs on the strings
–
a rumpled hat-
his marionette dances
for loose change
in the dark shadows
cobwebs cling to memories
of a distant past
–
winter stubble-
remnants of
my father
as the sun rises
I try once more to forget
the sins of my past
–
spring evening-
frogs still
as I walk past
years of my life spent
in the futile pursuit of
bubbe’s chicken soup
–
easy rain-
sandwiches and
tomato soup
slices of the moon
slivered through the window blinds
drape across your back
–
snowy owl-
cold branches
in the dead of night
a stash of acorns
squirreled away for safekeeping
in a hollow tree
–
bird feeder-
spring daffodils
seek the sun
your door left open-
looking back at you as I
close it behind me
–
moonlight-
your mobile
slowly winds down
these nameless corpses
stacked upon one another
bear witness to war
–
cobalt sky-
birds nest in
the shattered roof
sawdust on the floor-
the earthy aroma of
horse manure and hay
–
a saddle blanket-
riding bareback
in the tall grass
leaning back eyes closed
listening to the whitecaps
as they roll on shore
–
salt spray-
roaring wind
in my ears