Your shapes grope
two silhouettes singular
staccato breaths
I hear too late
to disregard
I see you
these crumbling ruins
beckon me to document
acknowledge
honour somehow
by lens capture
enter sanctuary
its distort purity
or distractible enhanced
huffing
one hand reaches slowly
crack closing
folding green door.
stealing records
cheating on the exam
lying in confession
posing naked for money
hitchhiking alone
engaging in casual sex
losing the contest
ingesting illicit substances
stealing some stranger’s truck
driving while impaired
wailing out Styx and Boston songs
impersonating a famous poet
pretending everything’s alright
wearing spandex
which one of you is untrue?
Half a lifetime
how long he wandered
misery unspoken
reluctant fluid fingers
playing music he
learned but
did not wish to play.
Nevermind where I come
from. Now is what matters
sounds of street
rain upon our hair
birdsong on the wind
children’s tonic laughter
Breath. Soft.
Lay your red bricks down
taken from red dirt ground.
Build your wall of Beauty
in long slow shadows.
The loudest voices
those we hear most clear
while whispered words
passion stealers of breath
call upon us to listen.
O Spirit
Man, you are not of this world
Yet every one of us knows you
We recognize familiar
Feature freak
Gentle heart
Brother beloved.
Friend.
Eerie sounds from a mostly frozen lake today. Like sloshing waves beneath fragile ice.
I imagine it laughing at my caution. Waiting for me to fall thru.
Fragility’s
suspense
as sleighting hands
deliberate
between meting out
either Shelter
or muted crush.
Walking upon frozen lake today
An eagle emerges
then glides away
A privileged life is one of
grace in an everyday.