words
in the air
are arrows
to the heart
other writing
a restless mind
no sleep
for a restless mind
faces swirl
around
with eyes closed
or open
reminding me
of where
of what
I’ve been
our words
we speak
of Frank Sinatra
Fred Astaire
our lips move
in dialogue
we don’t remember
as our words
evaporate
in the air
but the conversation
we don’t have
hangs forever
between us
you sang a song
we stood on rocks
waves breaking
the sea in the air
you sang a song
just for me
to hear
waves breaking
words drifting out
to sea
finding horizons
not ready
to roll over
yet
still finding
horizons
to cross
a language to learn
she said
I get lost
in love
and I said
I get found
a difference
in expectations
and definitions
in a language
we both
are trying
to learn
long gone
my eyes
grow heavy
remembering
the words
the faces
long gone
from view
taking the lead from Ch’i-chi
this road
these feet
that direction
sliver of life
sliver of moon
hanging in the sky
sliver of life
soon gone by
here there
once again
change rears its head
as the horizon shifts
as I shift
my gaze here there
Leonard Durso 