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



The Current Stare of Affairs

It was a sound  way off on the green lawn A bank of birds A signature somewhere Like any line Might be my last I walked by the panzer tank  ...