here
on my balcony
the wind
brings a hint
of the sea
calming
my restless
heart
other writing
in dreams: for Steve
what are you trying
to tell me
old friend
three nights now
in dreams
how difficult
for you to cross
the ocean
the sea
with eyes
long dead
to guide you
and a heart
so heavy
to bear
evening prayer
one
doesn’t have
to understand
the words
to get
the meaning
footprints
footprints
in the sand
washed away
by the sea
of memory
the edge of this world
poised
on the edge
of this world
waiting
for the winds
of change
but
it’s not
what I
long for
but
at least
the cat
is affectionate
go home
sometimes
home
is not where
you go
but
where
you stay
that and this
there was
that
now
there is
this
standing eight
three
to a round
and one more
to go
boxing
with shadows
as memory
pulls
no punches
this night
what hope is
I talk
and talk
to you
in my head
and wait
hoping
for an answer
Leonard Durso 