Departure
the sliding doors shut
as the train pulls away I’m
still on the platform
–
changing winds-
the last robin
takes wing
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
going to bed late
dreading the dawn for who knows
what the day may bring
–
blowing snow-
the coarse growl
of a passing train
walking on eggshells
at the door I stop and turn-
you’re watching me leave
–
predawn-
hard and cold
the bedroom floor
lighting up the sky-
the glow of paper lanterns
adrift in the night
–
evening stroll-
the dance
of fireflies
lighting up the sky-
the glow of paper lanterns
adrift in the night
–
evening stroll-
the dance
of fireflies
your face in the glass
its hard to believe were just
an ocean apart
–
cold winds-
across the table
a sideways glance
encroaching shadows
race to fill the void left by
the crumbling day
–
sleeping dogs-
the shade of
a dying elm
the river of time
flows past this open window
and into my past
–
distant clouds-
a riverbed
of broken earth
from a different life
the passing of an old friend
rests on my shoulders
–
moonrise-
a silver wind
sways the curtains