Cold
hushed elevator-
the open doors close once more
leaving us alone
–
frosted glass-
winter air
seeps in
hushed elevator-
the open doors close once more
leaving us alone
–
frosted glass-
winter air
seeps in
each time you leave me
it gets a little harder
to let you back in
–
terra cotta-
under the pot
the door key
a pair of sneakers
found by the side of the road
after the cleanup
–
waiting crows-
a possum’s
sacrifice
the darkness complete-
standing on the precipice
shouting at the void
–
the village green-
I hunt for the
elusive middle
hug your children tight
for tonight there are parents
who won’t get that chance
–
barren trees-
young branches
devoid of leaves
an empty city-
young maples rises up through
the broken sidewalk
–
an old plow-
reclaimed
by the forest
asleep on a bench
the hard rap of a nightstick
startles him awake
–
dark rain-
wet newspaper
her only refuge
the sliding doors shut
as the train pulls away I’m
still on the platform
–
changing winds-
the last robin
takes wing
surrounded by wealth
still dissatisfied with the
overabundance
–
winter rain-
runnels
overflowing
our fingers entwined-
the dusky blush of daybreak
mirrored in your face
–
the rising sun-
my finger traces
along your lips