Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Back again

Back Again

Just when I think
all is shiny red
and wrapped tight
with my best bow

there you are
again, whispering
at the foot of my

asking for things
that dropped out
of my pockets
more years ago
than I can number

hunting for the
crumbs of me
at the bottom
of my favorite
dream and slumber

you come calling
back again
calling me
slack again

and I can't
say a thing
lies to night
of mourning


back again

1 comment:

April Erwin said...

Love the poem. Thanks for stopping by my blog. I enjoy your writing and am glad to be part of your book tour.