the anticipation
of you
stirs such longing
that only your touch
can soothe the sorrow
hovering
and the kindness
in your eyes
heals the ache
throbbing
there with you
always
till the hunger is forgotten
and peace settles
in my heart
other writing
what one carries
he talks of home
as if a place
can substitute
for what one carries
inside
another variation on a line from Su T’ung-p’o
in this life
so full of partings
what joy
in meetings
new
like a wound
regret
like a wound
that never heals
throbbing
in the night
just one more thing
bourbon kisses
she said that night
in her doorway
just one more thing
to miss
about you
and a heart
already broken
cracked once more
you in summer
you
in summer
somewhere
in the past
your hair
slightly lifted
by a breeze
your eyes
staring pensively
into the future
my eyes
lost looking
into your heart
day begins
birds chatter
the shade bumps
against the window
the cat yawns
after morning prayer
day begins
in darkness
light tiptoes in
couples at the tea garden, Moda, July 22nd
faces hovered
over their phones
fingers fly
across keyboards
conversations
with someone
not here
oblivious
of the person
sitting opposite
romance
twenty-first century
style
a familiar landscape
they talk about roads not taken
but there are roads took
choices made
that lead here
so very far from home
and home is where you go
when there’s no place left
to run
a familiar landscape
under a familiar sun
hope in the heart
rise in the mornings
hope in the heart
a second a third chance
to overcome the obstacles
we stumbled against
in our yesterdays
Leonard Durso 