Best to forget 
than to follow 
for both paths 
and rivers flow
not from where 
they had come 
but only to
where they’re going 

Sometimes it’s best 
to let go 
to set free
better to unhitch
and unhook than
break for anything 
ever once broken 
isn’t going to 
be whole again 

No word not 
so much as
a peep crickets 
and rusty hinges
beg for more 
attention bills to
pay do too
but you you
just disappear like 
the gift never 
received like that 
summer beach novel 
romance just like 
that you do
maybe to the 
bottom of an 
empty bottle or 
bag of weed
or something more 
nefarious like kidnapping 
or witness protection 
but likely it’s 
just your angst
and your conviction 
that your madness 
is finally showing 
best to go 

And this now 
nights last little 
bit of twilight 
when sleepy things 
ever do sleep 
and other things 
slowly do awaken 
that life it
seems to me 
goes from peace 
to a chaos 
a change from 
dark to light 
much like I
imagine one does 
when passing over 
the threshold from 
life to death 

I see you 
there for here
I have too
sleeping on side 
and then stomach 
tossing and turning 
like a leaf
in the corner 
caught in whirlwind 
of some dream
or of fall
and all you 
have ever wanted 
oh little leaf
is to find 
a landing place 
a soft spot 
upon to rest 
before you take 
your next step 
becoming a tree