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Thinking
About Something Or Someone
After
A Long Ride Home
The
wind, the rain, the world;
It's
a day like any other,
Full
of memories.
What to say
As
the windows rattle,
As
the branches sway
And
another lonesome train whistle
Echoes
in the distance?
Some way,
We'll
begin, find words,
Speak
of things gone long ago,
And
ask the old questions.
.....
Autumnal
What
you may hear,
after
the rain ends, is
the
sound of a screendoor
slid
open by a child not unlike
someone
you knew, long ago,
back
when a carpet of leaves,
the
path through the trees,
led
to another world.
.....
Going
Seen,
just as it
is,
this fine rain
brings
thoughts of past
things.
All that was,
is
gone. Is it
as
simple as
that,
as this:
the
train I ride,
the
tracks ahead
disappearing
beyond
the hill?
.....
Untitled
moon's up
(over it
all) -
such a night:
silver light
spilling
through the willows,
the
river a mirror/
stars
&
silence
.....
Re-Imagining
/ The Smile Era
There
is a beach nearby
Where,
sometimes at dawn,
While
the wind shifts the sand
Into
shapes of innocence,
The
sound of the surf
Becomes
the sound of a melody,
Sweet
as only a melody can be,
Something
won in a world of loss.
.....
January
Poem: No Doubt, Wish You Were Here
Today's
bright blue sky would have filled you
with
wonder. This deep chill would have
made
you smile, glad for the chance
to
brace yourself against it.
Surely
you would have pointed to the leafless trees
and
said: soon enough they will bloom again.
And
later, returning indoors after sunset,
you
would have cherished the warmth
of
the blanket, the taste of the cider,
the
way the shadows dance in the firelight.
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