Moments of the past do not last
days kicked into the long grass
A warm early-summer’s day
gold petals into bloom today.
For God’s sake!
later, flurries of snow melt
into a body without heat
Frozen snow above
tumbling-heaps of red, gold, brown
that used to crisp-crackle underfoot
like old ghosts who lose their threads,
Druggies: their fragile, thin
eyes like skin
echo the savage-silent-dead
of memories-lost, nights storm-tossed inside a head .
soon, we'll all be dead.
stones glittering in the rain
Words you thought, but never said,
the very eye of the storm
a moment of calm,
into the very heart of the storm
gripped by chapped, red-raw hands
cast into lost-time’s silent beating drum.