Yesterdays
Finite
dreams
glistening
pilings in the water
waiting
for one chance
to
remember
Where
are you,
my
friend, waiting and watching
under
a trembling
surface?
Like
gathering leaves
by
the handful, tossing them to
the
wind and waiting for what
might
just come back
This is what was real, now…
glimpses
into darkened windows
within
and beyond reflections
to
where we loved.
