so it goes
hearing that laugh
from above
as we below
think we can
forecast
our future
life is
after all
a crap game
with loaded dice
not of
our own
making
other writing
the pendulum swings
here
the pendulum swings
on the wall
a cat cries
in the yard
the moon recedes
in a cloud
the rain pours
from the sky
my heart beats
in my chest
waiting for you
heaven’s tears
the sky lights up
then the rumble
Ataturk flaps
in the wind
the wine
in my glass
fortifies
as I sit
snug in sweatshirt
on the balcony
heaven’s tears
outside
trouble once more
I never look
for it
it just always
seems to find
me
like you
tossing back
that long hair
standing on
one foot
and eating
that peach
it’s trouble
once more
at my door
these times
these times
all you have
is the cat
and though
quite possibly
you wanted
more
at least
you don’t have
less
what’s left
you tossed back
your long hair
straightened
your shoulders
and said
later
what’s left is
your scent
lingering
in the air
your smile
etched
in my mind
your promise
engraved
on my heart
echoes
there’s rain rain
falling falling
there’s chill chill
in air in air
there’s coffee coffee
soothing soothing
in darkness darkness
this morning morning
another day day
breaking breaking
another year year
approaches approaches
and time time
echoes echoes
here here
forever absent
a gourd
to fill with tears
from the long separation
over mountains
across seas
forever absent
far from thee
bottle the wind
to rein in
a restless mind
is like trying
to bottle
the wind
on this Christmas morning: for family and friends
sometimes in a dream
you all appear
only to fade
come morning
and now
a life apart
separated
by the gulf
between the here and now
and the there and was
land and seas away
on this Christmas morning
Leonard Durso 