The Bench

My ears grow quiet
as I begin to hear the wind dance
and leaves fall
their life a symphony
neh, a cacophony
motion-
a regression of air
from here to there
my mind flickers
and I blink white

The Raking

Rainy day blues
or some such nonsense
creates a dullness
that roots itself
inside my bones
and mind
as I walk to
these buidings of stone
-staring at the cracks
in the concrete
and the leaves,
scattering in front
and behind

Desertion

You turn to me
Smile
The wind blowing
and hair crazy

Expanse
of blue
and green
where the horizon meets

Wheat waving
and dead trees
poking up from the fround
like fence posts

The sun sets
fingers outstretched
until it sinks into the earth
Screaming - orange and red

Black arrives
and the beams
Crisscross on the road
before us

I turn to you and see
that you have disappeared - again
hiding in the shade
of the interior

#36

The rain dances
around me - and you
as wee stand
holding our breath
at the possibility of it all

Our eyes are closed
and we step forward
Close - your hand is soft
warm against my bare back
Gentle - careful

The midnight music
is loud across the street
and we are alone
left to our silence
a cacophony

Your lips press aginst my jaw
and you pull me closer
inside you - inside me
stillness pervades

You speak
an eternity of wait has ended
standing in the trees
wrapping arms
and rain

Humpty Dumpty

Pain travels
from limb to limb
I clench -
toes
thighs
I try to be strong
finally tearing apart
my chest cries out
and I am in pieces
too weak
I silently cry
falling tear
from cheek to chin
it slides
and I break apart
unknowing as to how
I will be put back together

unfinished

She walks in beauty
she walks in light
a slave of duty
in perpetual flight

'cross the meadow green
and the golden valley
like in a dream
the mind, her malady

twenty years have passed
and her pace is slow
her fate has been cast
and now sadness
she must tow

'cross the meadow gray
and the darkn'd valley
with nowhere to stay
and life too much a reality