There came upon me like a final act,
a sky so leaden
it sank to within touch.
and should I pierce it’s bloat
the land would become sea.
It was a silence complete,
a such perfect peace
that the clock gifted the moment
a few of it’s minutes,
darkness ceased all shadow play
lest it should disturb the air
and thought blushed into silence.
It is when you can hear her eyes
speak, and see her voice play
over the bow of her lips, and
taste the scent of her warmth,
when memory can not create
a more worthy image than that
which is ever there in your mind,
that you know you are in love.
Teddy Bears, smog and diesel sullied
would ride the grills of refuse wagons,
tied in place,
I don’t know why.
Now they are tied to railings, in the
fresh air, surrounded by flowers,
and I know why.
I preferred them on wagons.