Fall 2014 - Vol. 11, Issue 4

"The Crossing"

 

You no longer want to hold my hand

          perched upon a new chapter of your life,

          Beaming as you make your stand

          you cross the street towards the other side.

          With your gold uniform and floppy blue hat

          I understand it’s time to say goodbye,

          I waddle behind you carrying your huge bag

          below the chalk moon Summer sky.

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          I say to you always feel free,

          to ask questions, help is always close by.

          We walk through the gates busy

          with children’s games and adult flight.

          I hesitate but you just choof along

          Have I lost the wonder for life’s song?

          Sixties music blares from the speakers

          joyous soundtrack to my childhood repeats.

 

          I help you find your name to put your bag away

          kiss your golden hair tell you to have a good day,

          your closest mate who counted the sleeps

          little chin starts to shake but doesn’t weep.

          His Dad asks me how I am, good I bleat out

          while my eyes stare down at the grey asphalt.

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          Your blue eyes tell me you're ok

          I wave goodbye and turn away,

          to march through the stilled roads

          and echoing hollows to home.

          Time; Merciless and Steamrolling

          Grounds dry our brief daydreaming.

          Sixties music blares from the speakers

                                                  joyous soundtrack to my childhood repeats.

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"Wind Gifts"

 

Moonlight straddles the edge

          of the dark peninsula,

          curling ribbons of white

          swell to break this leaden darkness.

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          Waxing winds coil through

          the shattered shore stones, hissing

          tidal songs coldly brew

          behind our glowing faces leaning

          for relief into the flaring hearth;

          whistling tunes flow from our thawing hearts.