Legacy
in my father’s chair
still unprepared to carry
this heavy burden
–
fallen acorns-
my little feet
in your shoes
in my father’s chair
still unprepared to carry
this heavy burden
–
fallen acorns-
my little feet
in your shoes
my bed, no respite
dark lonely hours renege on
the promise of sleep
–
flannel sheets-
the rhythm
of your breath
written in anger
signed in blood and gently sealed
with the kiss of death
–
impending storm-
newspapers aloft
in the morning wind
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
a toad on his throne
surrounded by those mirrors
that show him a prince
–
rain streaked windows-
the world outside
distorted
hug your children tight
for tonight there are parents
who won’t get that chance
–
barren trees-
young branches
devoid of leaves
asleep on a bench
the hard rap of a nightstick
startles him awake
–
dark rain-
wet newspaper
her only refuge