summer haze
Tu me manques
/For those missing from me
I sit at
The 12 mile
And
For a moment
Dad was here
I swim
and I am with those missing from me.
Sky ceiling
/Perhaps my lips pressed too frequent the wine glass this evening and I asked the ceiling a question in which he replied- I’m here to keep the sky away.
Back to beginning
/I shivered as I returned…
You pulled together the threads of the suns rays again.
Stop returning me only to disappear once more.
The finishing
/The start of my story always begins with the finish.
going up but looking down
/These two, my everyday, growing up, still within sight, only just…
Sad cities forget about you
/so blue
And when they taught you to use your eyes, how was it that you saw the world?
/Were you on the inside, or were you on the outside, or were you like a window pane who at the same time could be both?
pressing petals of poppies
/to make a shroud for eternal sleep.
Yellow
/
