All souls race
slick black
rain leaved,
pavement toward
the door
I leave open.
Alone they find
dust piled
in corners
that tell
tall tales
of another haunt.
The sun’s been
gone now
for hours,
night’s nearly
grasped the
last of it.
I wait standing
to feel
their warmth
come ‘round
in circles
to finally settle.
Out of the wood
bucks exploded
flying across
the ancient path
that guided me
with seashells,
the pilgrim’s mark,
and Roman ruins.
Sweaty beasts
agily leaping
into the pine
their rush
spreading needles
across the path
drawing scent
out.
Breathful they
still the air
quiet captive.
Pine sweat.
Pine scent.
Pine sweet.
Our shoes
knock concrete
my love always
looking to
buy trinquets
to soothe
time not spent
on same road.
Frasier fir wax
lit, reminiscent
of the ever
green of Spain
timeless beat
of a tramp
toward sacred.
Like the beast
he will come
and go so fast
leaving me
to conjure
his stillness.
He
married his sister.
Happily ever
for now.
She’s just moved up
from his
past to live,
hers is
where she left
she was just
a girl.
I have read.
Siblings
are true
life partners
that connect
us our
collective memories
young innocent naive
untethered
to worlds
of required attention.
Some
sister she is
from a block
he knew
lost
too forked roads
boomeranged to
life
before age
hurt
oh,
incestuous rapt.
playpark of standstill.