Soon she will fold him
like one of his shirts on
the ironing board, like
one of his cheap cotton
underpants in the draw.

Soon she will whiten
his face, wipe all the
stains, all the little
dribbles of outrage
from his mouth clean
like one of her newly
laundered sheets.

She knows the
news to come.
He has betrayed her
once again, forgotten
her like their dog outside
the post office, left her in
the kindergarten of his
heart to wait .

Again

A tantalizing sight amongst the dream of days
an almost imperceptible image as the sunlight plays.
I reach out but find reality wanting
I falter and hesitate to seem assenting
to dark and lustful thoughts arriving
from the murky fog of magical mountain pathways.

The likeness takes on a sensual presentation
Should I flee this fast approaching demon
Dark and heavy beside the tomb
over-powering dazzling lights in the gloom.
Crazy! This fast approaching portent of doom
creates no response just absolute resignation.

Exodus

Feral soul amongst the reeds
lying still in stagnant bog
listening to nature’s song
performed by cricket, loon, and frog

hiding from the rage of men
that hunt him for his hue of skin
black as Mississippi mud
though his heart be free from sin

It is good that you walk with me.
As the autumn of our days does come, it is hard
To find that all the summers were left behind for lost times.
Then we must stay for always in this time to hold you
Your hand in mine and walk the paths
That are there for us, and the ones we will love,
For all our days.