Smoothed like a gemstone
Now alone in the mine
Grey and full
Left to my thoughts and dreams of yesterday
Left to a now that is here and gone, playing hide and seek with
Masks and plays
We are what our muses allow
We are what carbon and water allow
Memory is harsh, memory is persistent and memory must die
Time to break the skin and emerge once again
Time for last blossoms
Encores, eternal, ephemeral, etcetera,
Coffee stains and notebooks
On this grey dawn
Bring chilled birdsong
A cardinal seeks its mate at dawn's soft Kaddish to night
Lone in the bare branch, (as am I) who could have known
But time, that I would be where I could be and left to turn in the breeze as the last fall
leaf
Stink bugs lie in their stink bug grave on my sill; hallowed carca** of a hollowed life
Left in the jungle at Mayan dawn,10 foot down with ghosts, calves and snails
Naked at dusk, covered in ancient dust and now a feast for gnawing bites