eyes heavy
alone on a balcony
as night drags on
the sound of a solitary crow
in one’s ears
other writing
from a line by Ch’ien Ch’i: inch of our hearts
one cannot measure
the depth of feeling
in even one inch
of our hearts
from a line by Wei Ying-wu: all the things
we sit
the air heavy
between us
we don’t speak
of all the things
that went wrong
just drink that glass
of wine
and watch the night
end
some mornings
there are some mornings
that the world
seems more seems less
of what it is
and hope
for more for less
grows deep
in what remains
of your heart
a pair of eyes
can one believe
in the promise
in a pair of eyes
for Charlie & Joe on Father’s Day
both opposite
in manner
yet the same
in devotion
to that woman
who dominated
all our lives
the lesson learned
there’s more than one way
to love
that followed: for JK wherever she is
it doesn’t matter
how many years
have passed
since the night
we sat and talked
for the first time
nor the pain
mixed with joy
that followed
it is still your face
I see
in dreams
and heartache
still wakes me
at night
listening to Emmylou Harris in the early morning hours
hear that voice
the country alive
and blue
a longing
a loving
the long road home
pour another shot
of my old friend
lift the glass
to a voice
haunting me so
never such a fool
never such a fool
to bet everything
on the way the sun
lights a face
in the morning
of a life
the dust
blow the dust
from my heart
Leonard Durso 