October Wraith

I wander through those leaves

that fell the night before,

feeling that some how I have

lost

something, I wander as though I 

will never recover

who I was

yesterday,

I wander as if the universe collapsed

as soon as I put my head to the pillow last night,

as if there were a gaping hole where my heart use to be.

As soon as I reach the end of the path of the fallen leaves,

I see that yes, of course the universe did collapse, and there is an aching hole where my life use to be.

And I leave the stones I gathered last week 


at the beach on the place where

your ashes have fertilized the ground around your headstone. 

This anniversary is one I strive to forget, but fail.

Fault Lines

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Draft from 8-14-13

Here’s the thing–
We should not slip
into the trap of
feeling entitled.
Because
whether we are,
or we aren’t,
we soon start to
be smug
and become indifferent.
And that
is a
fatal flaw…

Green

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This view will seep into you like ground water from an artesian well,
will filter like an aquifer the gritty remains
of your daily grind.
One sweet birdsong — no, not just one, but the calls of many,
unafraid
in the thrushes
by the shore…