others false horizons

her tears passed through

porous cheeks

to be shed again in happiness,

they opened a living room

in her head

space unmirrored void  of shine,

can her body be more

than a flesh machine,

facing the cashier

was that smile as false

as nails and lashes,

did he leave you

startled  by such a personal voice

that probed,

leaning back from her

leaning forward,

men are useless you know

she did not want to respond

instead put mayo

cheese and pasta in a bag

paid and left

leaving cashier

to fuss with tied back

dyed blonde hair,

waiting for another customer,

in the parking lot

a wind whipped off the lake,

opening tailgate

placed bag in,

and leaned on car side

memories studded her mind

and laughed

loud enough for only herself

to hear

dVersePoets

life and all inbetween

knotted wings of crows

with scarce strength

rise into rain,

below vegetation

burnished by fall

listens to the calls,

damp rooted trees

in eroded soil

cover to our

consummation,

revisited after twenty

years,

as one we move

our lives wove a story,

origin in these fields

birth from these fields

as cells would watch

these fields and woodland,

a last exhalation,

we would not return

an act of memory

physical and intricate

framed in the cortex

for tomorrow

 

Sunday Whirl 119