it’s not the picture
of that old guy
with a smile
bordering on sadness
but the clean look feel
of something begging
to be used
which should methinks
change that smile
to one more accustomed
to hope
of finding that
which one seeks
other writing
on your silver screen
life is no movie
there’s no Hollywood ending
on your silver screen
just dead flowers, stale candy
a walk in deserted parks
the little things
the little things stay
like a tug
on the old heart strings
the body will sag
remembering what lingers
never quite able
to forget
in the dark
standing
in the dark
looking east
waiting
for the sun
the color of love
for each one
a different hue
but for me
the color of your eyes
when gazing directly
into mine
jump-start
Turkish coffee
sade
to jump-start
my day
on listening to Tim Hardin: through the mist
seeing you
through the mist
in my eyes
like roses
a forever promise
too beautiful
for these ancient eyes
to bear
inside vs outside: character
if you don’t
have it
inside
you won’t
find it
outside
this lifetime
this lifetime
a summer a fall
a winter a spring
let it come
sights worth seeing
this time around
again
from within: for one unnamed
your smile
a constant reminder
to the world at large
of what radiates
from within
Leonard Durso 