fate
have a good day my neighbor would say
tipping his hat as we stepped from the train
whereon we'd often speak of ideal days
as we passed station after station
but on this day as he turned to wave
stepping off and over the line he was .........
commuters everywhere stopping to
inhale the shock....then slicing through
the peek-hour maze the siren of an ambulance
encroaches to remove his body
from my stunned and questioning gaze
in a matter of minutes ( as if nothing had happened )
the road was cleared for the ebb and flow
of these deja vu days, between green
and red and amber...
towards wisdom
we older folk know it's all just a wish-filled
shadow show where love matures
as desire for your...dies...
and god knows how much I love my wife!
but when that young girl passes
in a gossamer of perfume
and that f......me now look in her eyes
I fret for my consumed youth and sigh:
if only I could hold her once again
and in that cradle of hunger and fire
remain forever young and unwise
what would we care then for love with
its attendant suffering or wisdom
on a soap-box inspired by the smell of carrion?
caught on the run
delicate feet in white socks and sandals
coming from or going somewhere
as if suspended in the air
her hair like a frozen banner unfurled
in a winter's breeze
her pink frock fixed in a flutter
above her knees
and those eyes wide with innocence
on the run her long shadow stopped
over mirrored pools of fragmented sun
written by lightening for your edification....
fate, towards wisdom, caught on the run
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