IVORY
When I see those keys
grey-stained and worn
gaily played but
never more,
I hear her sing
her song to me
and it is late
but ’tis not so
to think of her,
to hear her song,
one more time,
hear her sing.
~~~
Here
Twas put before me
Once.
Who is it I am?
And given to wonder
Why,
Is it to matter?
I am not so much that.
No.
Rather more this I think.
Trees and river and
Sky
All came there
With me, within me
Me
Was there to see.
I’ve done it.
Yes.
I’ve worked it out.
‘Tis plain to see.
At last
I am
what I am to be.
~~~
Again
AGAIN
Distractions,
life stuff
arise
dawn dim
grip the wheel
slog along the asphalt.
Distaste.
Psyche gurgles
agitates
coughs
sputters
spits.
Awash in yesterday’s promises.
~
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.
~ ~ ~