winter silhouettes
a copse of sailboat masts cut
from the dawning sky
Solitude
Waves crash on the shore
As uncounted grains of sand
Sift through my fingers
Leap
Annulled at midnight
This day destined to return
In four years from now
Pullman
Rolling through the night
The rhythm of the train tracks
Rocking us to sleep
Age
A young man’s eyes see
The lined face and greying hair
Looking back at me
Regrets
Memories of you
Follow closely, taunting me
With what might have been
Brevity
Late October rain
Bees covet the wildflowers
While the desert blooms
Noise
Lying on the floor
The world passes me by as
I try to let it
Erosion
Tumbled river stones
Transforming into sand by
Water’s persistence
Solitude
Waves crash on the shore
As uncounted grains of sand
Sift through my fingers
Leap
Annulled at midnight
This day destined to return
In four years from now
Pullman
Rolling through the night
The rhythm of the train tracks
Rocking us to sleep
Age
A young man’s eyes see
The lined face and greying hair
Looking back at me
Regrets
Memories of you
Follow closely, taunting me
With what might have been
Brevity
Late October rain
Bees covet the wildflowers
While the desert blooms
Noise
Lying on the floor
The world passes me by as
I try to let it
Erosion
Tumbled river stones
Transforming into sand by
Water’s persistence
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