cold chinese takeout & lazy porch swing.

fireflies in middle distance. rocks glass

half empty with old crow & flat mountain

dew. there is no tether on this bungee jump.

calm wind threading  through willow

branches; the dirge of an ending day.

hot tears down red cheeks. a notebook,

a black pen, scribbled words crossed out,

replaced with worse. a love poem that

can’t be finished, the words untrue,

the feeling untrue. a dozen crumpled up

pages on the porch. a dog barking far off.

the creaking of the swing. the swig of

stale mixed drink.the longing for a

cigarette&a warm smile. thestaccato bleat

ofsirensinthe distance. itstimeforbed.

tworedconversetoslipcoldfeetinto.

aslowretreattoblankets.

adreamofsundays.

fourhoursuntil

sunrise&

nothingto

showforit.

jcb