hoping to find
home
in your heart
other writing
no matter the paper
no matter the paper
the ribbons
the bows
the thought
behind the gift
the feeling
that picked it
is what really counts
cleansing the world
the road wet
from last night’s rain
a cleansing
of this world
with the tears
of heaven
dust on the heart
dust on the heart
can be blown away
by kindness
reciprocated
by the warmth
in a smile
by the hand
of a friend
by darkness
dissolving
into day
looking for love
the cat
inches his way
across the floor
looking for love
and an arm
to cradle
what lies in a heart
it’s not the grand gesture
the great sacrifice
that proves what lies
in a heart
but the accumulation
of the small things
that go unnoticed
during the daylight
the evening
of our lives
speak to me of winding roads
speak to me
of winding roads
the setting sun
just over the horizon
and miles to go
in our handmade cart
before the inevitable
darkness overwhelms us
the what ifs: for CC
there are the what ifs
I had done this
or had done that
how different my world
would be
and yet
there is the what ifs
I hadn’t done this
or hadn’t done that
how very different
for others
the world would be
Beppe reflects on his capacity for love
he realizes
of course
that no one
could open up
the shell
that is
his heart
waiting for some sun: November 4, 2015: Maltepe
the sky dark, dreary
in the air
a chill
and I sit and wonder
where the sun is hiding
when the world
will be lit
Leonard Durso 