Month: May 2014

I watched the door close,
Heard its soft click.
Now,
My eyes sear,
I see as the wind feels.

My friends speak to me
Using words bent,
Screwed and
Wound through
Steel forming machines.

I answer with
Doorknobs,
Tire nuts and
Spaghetti ladles;
It is all the same to me.

It is a bluing evening on the waterfront
Blind cliffs by my shoulder black
Hasty footprints in the soft, damp sand
Painted flowers and the memory of her tears.