Through sheer curtains 
I spy like 
looking through someone 
else’s eyes day
filtered brown like 
wildfires are burning 
their smoke setting 
silently in front 
no acrid odor
just a veil
hiding the plump
face of sun

Twins born from 
the Universe’s womb
separated by time 
never by distance 
or even age
to learn more 
of the things 
that our one 
soul must in
order to go
one is the 
kite one is
the tail to
which each other 
plays is up 
to the wind

My mind a
vice my heart
a string and 
my soul tympani 
pound pound away 
but no melody 
only constant percussion 
of why won’t 
and why can’t 
and why doesn’t 
all in the 
key of he
no one’s favorite 
just part of 
the standard program 
in the repertoire 
of a relationship 

Maybe a once dream
turned into a nightmare 
like a kernel stuck
and causing such pain 
but can’t be found 
and that must work 
its way out poisonous 
purged if you will
along with the pus
of broken promises and 
lies told as truths 
how could something so 
sweet so flavorful and 
so satisfying turn into 
an absolute infernal infection 

Feather or leaf
caught on limb
too high above 
to really see
just a shadow 
dancing on ground 
an eclipse that
moves and says 
hello down there