The maple tree is gone

The maple tree is gone

The crepe myrtle still there

Curtains drawn on doorways

The hedge could use more care

The keys no longer ours

After all these decades

Can you see the clay pots?

Quick, someone raised the shades

Wolf Kahn passed during the

Wolf Kahn passed during the

Coronavirus news

Somehow mid-October

In casual peruse

The Ides of March struck!

So sad to see him gone

Enthusiasm for

Life and color lives on

Not universal but

Not universal but

These feelings are not just

My feelings, are they yours?

I am thinking, they must

A new theme, no the same

So many instruments

Playing the same notes all

Hanging like ornaments

Just after the after

Just after the after

A new weather report

Forgettable headline

Win or lose, any sport

At the start of never

The disappearing mark

Growing ambivalence

Impenetrable dark

We were never wanted

We were never wanted

In my own mother's eyes

Our original sin

Being born, I surmise

No matter what or when

We came into our own

We were bad seeds she wished

That she had never sown

Seeking time and timeless

Seeking time and timeless

This moment will soon be

Out of style, no motion

Wanting anomaly

 

A moment, not marker

Pages in a cover

Perhaps a mystery

Will vigil discover

To turn around and see

To turn around and see
Futures not meant to be
Boats grounded, lost at sea
Many abandoned schemes

Yet surprises arose
Circumstances we chose
And weighing each suppose
Finding possible dreams