the cable car
up
the Pacific
below
white wine
clean chicken bones
espresso
bourbon
a breeze
to cool
one’s heart
so very long
ago
other writing
echoes in the night
my words
come back
to me
in the night
echoes
reminding me
of all
I’ve said
and all
I’ve wanted
to say
on hope
between joy
and despair
is hope
limping along
toward tomorrow
on tools
kindness
is my only
tool
to loosen
the bonds
on your heart
cryptic messages
in my heart
a storm
cryptic messages
cannot convey
leaving me
misunderstood
at your door
waiting
let the sun rise
let it set
let the winds blow
the house quake
I am here
waiting
still
seeing you
I see you
even when
I don’t see you
eyes open closed
awake asleep
you
always
there
on mistakes in judgment: for Anthony P
Merlin
in a tree trunk
too smart
to be stupid
frozen
one step
too late
one thought
in variation
in mind
if only
could only
had only
one time
mixed feelings
heavy heart
leaving
but
light feet
walking away
on what education means to me
not
to control minds
but
to open them
Leonard Durso 