Wise to You Now

I’m wise to you now
your blind self importance
icicles melting

No Rest

no footstep in the hall
the dull tick of the clock
sleep but no rest

on his doorstep
the banker abandons
all outstanding loans

all the words not said
all the ones that still echo
after the door slams

widow wanders
all the trails they once loved
aching feet

the cry of someone
left behind on the path
a keening wind

sunlight crashes
into my bedroom window
headache morning