The absent
it of
something once
drilled in
or bored
out or
grew around
long gone
love or
pain or
something else
entirely invisible
leaving what
once was
even less
Pockets
I plan on
going out when
I do with
empty pockets no
hidden Zuzu’s petals
or wishes that
I never made
come true or
things never seen
I plan on
going with pockets
turned inside out
and those who
see will utter
he lived a
most marvelous life
Warm
One key
twinkles another
lower moans
played together
become one
lingering night
the stars
and moon
bring their
own melodies
of heart
this white
ashen warm
Bubbles
Like some
bubble blown
floating upwards
breeze caught
and dancing
soapy rainbows
catching light
your message
lifts me
like breaths
blown into
a child’s
magic wand
Memories
Long shadows
come quicker
and also
fade faster
in the
cold months
taking place
in darkness
none remain
at end
of day
neither to
haunt or
to miss
