DESPERATE

the lost know how to be found they are the dust of failures and the chance for success they court the sun worship the moon and question the shadow following behind they hum an unfamiliar song remembering parts and the parts offered up for another try at something, anything

A BREATH RELEASED

the energy of day resigns itself to evening   thin shadows cast linen gray images onto sides of cottages and front porches   the soil and trees release a tired breath as night occupies all spaces   darkness closes day lilies, a reminder that time runs with us until it fails      

ANOTHER BRICK

unkempt hours lacking value steal the breath out of day   anxious wishing tries to move time, though fails against the push   within the clutter of desks and chairs heads lean like gravestones while the eyes of one look like the eyes of another