Elusive

ELUSIVE

 

From Embarcadero to Grand Central

Gypsy heart will not be stilled.    
 O’er the roads,                      
Rumbles down the tracks,
Silver rocket fly afire,
  Nights to dawn,
Chasing,

Relentless.
  Yearning.

  Ever

    Yearning.

     ~ ~ ~

Them

THEM

 

My wealth is not jingle
nor a heart forever throbs.
No,
‘tis Them beside me strode a mile,
saw me home
and asked to keep my smile.

 

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Getting There

GETTING THERE

 

I am an onion.
Peel a layer.
I am colder,
Aware
I must be colder
 still.

 

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Remnants

REMNANTS

 

Blue jeans tattered
leash gripped tight twixt arthritic fingers
lemon yellow slippers in day’s noon,
tresses silver, not gold
askew, mutters
seeking yesterday,
Her gait adrift.


Pause.

Takes puppy’s gaze
says her love
clear, deafening.

 

Heart
Pulse
Surge
Thrust
Burst.

 

What will they remember?

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