here
I sit
your ring
on my finger
these long years
drinking coffee
watching ships
at sea
and thinking
of your dreams
unfulfilled
hoping
one day
when we meet
again
you will
approve
hope
a baseball poem
and still
the wonder
the hope
each time
up at bat
fantasy movies
there are scenarios
I go through
each starring you
fantasy movies
in my head
leaving me
stranded
somewhere
between
hope
and despair
this gray morning: 5:20am, June 7th, in Maltepe
this morning
gray morning
mist
over the sea
bird chatter
light breeze
cooling me
half naked
on the balcony
shot of whiskey
to this morning
this gray morning
waiting
yes, waiting
hope here
in my heart
here toward tomorrow
as we edge
here
toward tomorrow
hope
crashes against
hope
the edge of this world
poised
on the edge
of this world
waiting
for the winds
of change
what hope is
I talk
and talk
to you
in my head
and wait
hoping
for an answer
the light of day
light creeps
into morning
as hope
erases
the darkness
that came
before
on hope
between joy
and despair
is hope
limping along
toward tomorrow
this time around
this lifetime
a summer a fall
a winter a spring
let it come
sights worth seeing
this time around
again
Leonard Durso 