across the desk – my hand
writes five more dates
taken up by trivia –
postponing the inevitable.
(By Sharon Easterbrook Gibson)
across the desk – my hand
writes five more dates
taken up by trivia –
postponing the inevitable.
(By Sharon Easterbrook Gibson)
voices and faces
have a habit of not fading
– they hang – hovering -
refusing to dissolve.
Bones do not become dust
they haunt the living -
like wind rattled chimes
echoing lost hallelujahs.
voices and faces
have a habit of not fading
– they hang – hovering -
refusing to dissolve.
Bones do not become dust
they haunt the living -
like wind rattled chimes
echoing lost hallelujahs.
and count - moving myself through the journey
knowing each
bump in the road,
each curve and bridge.
and count - moving myself through the journey
knowing each
bump in the road,
each curve and bridge.
It smells of the past.
Though nothing good ever stays put.
The town is skeletal now
like a leaf, that’s lost its life,
only the dried veins
reveal its past vitality.
It smells of the past.
Though nothing good ever stays put.
The town is skeletal now
like a leaf, that’s lost its life,
only the dried veins
reveal its past vitality.
in my chest -
that feeling of broken glass
in my throat,
when I know I will again drive crossing borders -
state to state,
county to county,
red clay hills to
black gumbo river bottoms.
in my chest -
that feeling of broken glass
in my throat,
when I know I will again drive crossing borders -
state to state,
county to county,
red clay hills to
black gumbo river bottoms.
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