Graceful Exits

In my mind I hold the many children
That were friends and foes.
Like Peter, never-changing
They remain.
The vestigial shadows of last year’s flowers —
If I were to find them today:
Only the smell of damp earth.

Puzzle Pieces

I, who find the sunset beautiful
And you, who love the sunrise
Are two that were an almost perfect fit
Except that jagged edge of noncompliance
Which both intrigues and repels us
From one another


The business after departure puts a lump in my throat
It no longer matters if an outfit is flattering
Only that it is aptly somber for the occasion
And fitting enough to meet you in;
That last expression of repose
I wonder if I can truly accept it

Last Visit

Our voices and our hearth
Must call out to you;
You are the butterfly that dances in our garden
You are the sparrow that perches on the tree
You are the soldier beetle listening on us
Until we catch you and set you free
Who wants to depart in tears?
When one can have laughter and fond remembrance


Time and Mortality

The youth knows only summer
And plays and frolics through the golden time
The man knows the fall and winter
And tries to smile as he prepares
The old one knows the seasons will pass
And cycle and pass farther than he can live
The world continues on long after we are gone
The wise mind finds comfort in this
And the child, under the weathered skin
Fears death

Full Stop

The castles built in the air with people to fill their rooms
And the daydreams of strolling hand in hand
Unfurling with mutual marvel, each other’s joys
Are wishes that only slowly die
When you deprive them of light
And the presence of that person they once basked in.

Do not mistake his smile for a promise of something more
When the words “No” have been uttered.