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