Strangers
sitting on the train
I look across the aisle and
see you as you were
–
hot city streets-
a stranger wears
my memories
sitting on the train
I look across the aisle and
see you as you were
–
hot city streets-
a stranger wears
my memories
a smiling buddha
round belly worn smooth by
hands of thousands
–
pagoda doors-
stone steps cut
in the hillside
in a copper bowl
beneath a blooming dogwood
a robin splashes
–
sudden showers-
a crow flies
through the rain
dark attic corners
within an old cardboard box
dusty memories
–
summer boardwalk-
sepia toned
memories
a sidewalk bistro-
over my coffee judging
everyone I see
–
al fresco-
sipping coffee
headphones on
this fool’s mask I wear
hides the truth so no one sees
my deformity
–
moonless-
a dim glow
in the attic
well gone past midnight
swimming in the rain, lightning
off in the distance
–
scattered clothes-
midnight at the
swimming hole
oars carve the water-
echoes of my lover’s voice
from the other shore
–
pale skin freckled-
fingers threading
through the water
cold tears of mourning
mix with the rain as I turn
my face to the sky
–
false dawn-
I’m sill here
without you
reliving the past
what lengths I wouldn’t go to
for absolution
–
dogwood blossoms-
blue jays raid
a sparrow nest