Tag: Free Verse

A jar of coins Set aside for another day Corner of a dresser Where once sat A woman’s brush In its place, now A layer

The old man sat Legs crossed, foot bouncing The blinds were drawn Summer heat screaming From the warped floorboards You could see the dust, each

The dawn was brief When I laid down To greet Your sacred offering Masked by shadows You watched As I covered myself With your fallen

So delicate, the rain, when it comes I can feel it, swelling, pressure rising Like a vise, slowly tightening, overcast The puckered, starved earth, waiting

There is no direction When every way is the only way That leads back to where we began A ghost, for most of our days

It’s different these days I find it hard to remember The person I was, back then Or why I would do the things I did