StillLife

Bourbon at attention

Cigar awaiting flame

Two things poised

Awaiting their consumption

Like two lovers

Trapped in time

Wondering if now

Will then be

When and where

How and whom

SnowSceneTS

Times Square caught falling

Snow captured but not

On street or tongue

But the brushes tip

Dipped in the watercolor

How I now wonder

Does one capture snowflakes

Knowing that when done

They all but disappear

Ugh

I don’t sleep enough

The night frightens. Me

An unusually warm winter

Beneath my heavy blanket

I huddle like mice

Waiting for it to

Break into the day

Ending

Because we know each

Other and love what

We know but with

No hope there is

No tomorrow and only

A series of today’s

Ex

The end came and

Went with a whimper

Reason outweighed even hope

What we thought wasn’t

And what we had

Didn’t and wouldn’t be

And so like gentlemen

Pushing away from the

Table with cognac cigars

And negotiations we began

To divvy up the

Spoils of loves war

Setting new borders new

Expectations and new policies

And how now we

Will address those remaining

To live in a

Country now called Ex