Never There
Dead trees, like twin towers,
waiting for their ultimate fate.
A chosen place laid with flowers.
Somewhere, beyond pale, gate.
Disappearing in the clearing.
Never been, never there; it was.
Darting dear, hide and seeking.
Behind tree, then galloping and goes.
Sitting alone; no one’s speaking.
The dear, quick imagery of prose.
Disappearing in the clearing.
Never been, never there; it was.
Backpacking Black Forest paths.
Eating in Spanish and French cafes.
The stumble and bumble aftermaths.
Tourist adventures by night and day.
Disappearing in the clearing.
Never been, never there; it was.
A creaky swing, standing, jumping.
Scents of honeysuckle, innocence-sweet.
Feet tapping, beating on truck tire, lumping
All of childhood into a dream-conceit.
Disappearing in the clearing.
Never been, never there; it was.
An urn or fresh-dug containing chill.
Homage paid until the distance spares.
Markers rarely scrubbed by quill.
Eyes hidden from view; stone stares.
Disappearing in the clearing.
Never been, never there; it was.
Fresh rain water, washing over book.
Black and blue ink, morphed-watercolors.
Words drowning, nevermore, forsook.
Shelf of particles, binding sours.
Disappearing in the clearing.
Never been, never there; it was.
never there
it was…
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