When A Verse Tells A Tale
dear john letter
caught in the railing
icy water below
When A Verse Tells A Tale
dear john letter
caught in the railing
icy water below
Observed early this morning:
jet streak
through the pre-dawn sky
connecting the dots
one small cloud
hooked on the new moon’s horn
why won’t it let go?
no footstep in the hall
the dull tick of the clock
sleep but no rest
all the words not said
all the ones that still echo
after the door slams
the cry of someone
left behind on the path
a keening wind
sunlight crashes
into my bedroom window
headache morning
mercy arrives
with hands to lighten a load
censure muzzled
on the forest trail
we become big news
opinions a-twitter
what whisper
tells the leaves its time
to let go?