Monday, July 11, 2022

(For You)

Today you left
the trapped
sense of playing
your part to
the history books
Paid little attention
Left the things
that the artist sketched
on canvas
the sunrise
breaking into puddles
you saw
the arc of it
Even now
with the poem getting 
smaller
through
it’s minor deletions
you still see 
what is just leaving
leaving and 
what is just left



Ah, Sincerely

The Search light defines The Swell of the river And neither a compass That Articulates This feathery Lesson Nor this time for trees Are thin...