Chance – Page 24 – Iron Haiku

feeling quite tired-
always the one left behind
cleaning up your mess
–
monday morning –
waiting for
the phone call

ringing in the night –
hearing the sound of your voice
I fall to my knees
–
silent crickets-
two marines stand
in my doorway

an early robin-
lichen covered granite steps
cut into the hill
–
holly berries-
amid the ivy
a cardinal

a cool cloudy night-
the horizon aglow with
fingers of lighting
–
dry lightning-
fire licks the walks
of the arroyo

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

a silver quarter
rolling between my fingers-
practice makes perfect
–
trafalgar square-
the red queen
hiding

these nameless corpses
stacked upon one another
bear witness to war
–
cobalt sky-
birds nest in
the shattered roof

offer me darkness
and take me to the places
I would never go
–
gnarled trees-
green eyes glow
in the shadows

this bitter old man
remnants of his acid breath
at last behind us
–
open windows-
daffodils
break the soil