Always

“Back to life,

Back to reality…”

“We’re not here today …”

The lady answering the ‘phone

Lied so sweetly,

And we shared a knowing smile –

Me, willing to overlook

Her temporary falsehood –

She, forgiving my eavesdropping.

 

I always push the doors

I need to pull

And close the windows

I ought to keep open.

 

13/9/2012

 

About Doors

Through December-strange windows,

Silver framed by frost’s craftwork,

A pair of yellow roses bloom still:

Chariot-ghosts of summer-gone moons,

Like steady, pale cream flames in falling snow.

And, I have been thinking much

About doors these past weeks:
I won’t be using this one much longer,

And it won’t remember me.

Why would it?

11/12/2011