Nothing is worth noting

Nothing is worth noting

Not a cloud in the sky

And the streets are empty

Not a sole passerby

All the birds are silent

And the bees are napping

No breeze through the window

And no front door tapping

Monumental feeling

Monumental feeling

Like a big gulp looming

Inhaled and held until

The small heart starts booming

Then exhaled and passing

Normal Life resuming

What was overwhelming

Becomes unassuming

Useless infinity

Useless infinity

No want of forever

Unable to retrieve

Just one day whenever

We were touching souls, the

Past and future missing

Intersecting comets

Two entities kissing

Beneath a summer sky

Beneath a summer sky

With clouds from a whistle

The red-winged black birds perch

Near the prairie thistle

On cattails tall as corn

Like gargoyles on church spires

Forming lookouts from here

And the telephone wires

Left with all this wreckage

 Left with all this wreckage

Letters not making words

Nothing is complete now

All quarters, halves or thirds

Or slivers and pieces

Covered in its own dust

All remnants of a joy

That tumbled from its cusp

Where has the love gone to

Where has the love gone to

The performance ended

Do we no longer care

The garden untended

All at once pure brilliance

Like a comet, not stars

Blazing, burning, leaving

For a moment, just ours

There is a true sadness

There is a true sadness

In the leaves, in sunlight

In the way shadows move

Like the head of a kite

Or slow waves of a hand

Not greeting, waving bye

As the sun bears down and

Moves slowly through the sky