When I Was New
When I was new
and the world was new.
So many roads to wander
under a cerulean sky.
Forbidden fruits to savor,
forbidden lips to taste.
Full of promise, flowers
budding on the vine.
Their perfume covering
my fingertips.
I hurried through each day
alive with my songs.
The moon rose just for me,
stars burned just for me
Every morning brought
sunshine to my window.
Another day bursting with wonder
waiting at my doorstep.
Each hand I held was
warm and inviting. My eyes
were opened wide filled with
trust. Joy surrounded me.
Spring was greener then.
When I was new
and the world was new.
Where the Lost Gather
The sky is drenched in
grey and black as people
traipse along avenues trying
to cross mounds of snow.
Teenagers gang up huddling
under broad awnings their
brightly colored jackets spread
like rainbow clusters against
brick walls.
Gloria twitched her umbrella
nervously, its handle was cold
Where were her gloves?
Will the bus ever come?
Stepping off the curb twisting
her neck...repeating the familiar
tape..."stay optimistic, be brave,
everything will work out eventually"
Another appointment another pill pusher
another doctor as healthy as a horse
How could he possibly understand?
How could she put her trust in him?
What about her habits...smoking,
drinking, taking street drugs, having
an active sex life? Anxious, depressed?
Prying questions but no solutions
A waste of money with so little cash left
and a waste of time, but time stood still now
heavy hours pressing down crushing her
January
That is the time for serious work.
Odd radio concertos. Half-read
classics. Occasional trips to
choice museums.
The time for hard red apples,
sagging boots, chalk-white.
Time for snow to cover
winter trees.
The day's work has been done.
The sun fell out of the sky.
In this black night
this deep night
I stand and wait
trusting only
the miracles
I see.
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