OUT OF PLACE

we fear the stranger fallen from grace shaken, unsure   hair snarled like side yard vines a reminder of someone chasing you in dreams   the eyes, hoping for a sympathy gaze   for coins a cold meal, from a warm heart   he knows he is out of place, searching for someplace else  

YOUR OWN ECHO

when alone the only voice returning is an echo, the strangeness of a familiar chord to argue with, show sympathy to or scold   each pause, no matter how uncomfortable, promotes an opening for rebuttal, the opportunity to gain favor between reality and shadows  

UP THERE

There are clouds familiar ones maybe the one overhead right now listening to broken hearts watching feet run away   witnessing the moods of souls the arrows of words up and tears shed falling down   the cloud, maybe this one has heard it all extending an empathetic extension of itself absorbing the pain folding … More UP THERE

LAST TIME

Graveside flowers bless the unholy standing by looking down curious about the passage through the path yet taken by the living the name now on stone to live longer than the soul beneath the trees nearby watching over changing seasons absent of sympathy for this and others and memories of names on cards and voices … More LAST TIME