A Break 25/11/24

Home

I stand aside for another car,

on roads I used to share with sunbeams.

I don’t need a torch in these woods,

for I can see by the light of parking lot stars.

I skip stones into a now crowded horizon,

casting rocks into fresh concrete.

I can’t hear the wind these days,

perhaps it moved with the grass,

to chase after our trees.

Perhaps I will follow. 

Renovation

The floor is now beautiful,

and the air deadly.

The walls clean,

and the shirt filthy.

The work beginning.

the day done.

Express

One could be erudite about one’s oncoming ennui,

but it wouldn’t change shit.

Lifting In Nails

Six foot, bearded, 

and bright sparkling blue.

Hands calloused,

yet colourful.

Bars grasped,

bent, raised,

and thrown.

A weight lifted,

a personal best,

progress,

I hope.