The Key
Brick walls of graffiti’d writings
contour to these surroundings,
blemished by permanent stains
of worry fueled fears
Shapes form and dissolve
in mortar line crisscrosses,
horizontal and vertical deceptions
leading to destructive maneuvers
As I lurk in the darkness
between shadows and dead end signs,
watching your every move
from the corners of my mind’s suspicions
Locked tightly as distrust
has taken me prisoner
with guilt as my guard
throwing away the key to my sanity
Scattered shattered shards of mirrors
Sparkle in dissipating smoke
A hungry hawk crisscrosses the darkening field
Searching for supper in the dead winter weeds
A single cloud caught in lower winds
speeds across the slower mass above
To disappear like some magic trick
Directly in front of the setting sun.
Last night four deer browsed beside us
We wait patiently sipping the last flute
Three each per sunset and no hurry
This is our time.
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