Crawled to deepest inch

of the silent march.

Forged steel from a windless

current on a rainy hill in March.

Listened to silence for an hour

to wish a wish from a well in peace. 

To speak to time 

neigh a whisper

to stand still. 

It was all forgotten

the night the year changed.

Such a weak reason

then the night changed to day. 

Sitting by watching her

check and pick Peaches

I couldn’t help but think, 

are those the best?

She picked and picked

a dozen or so

a bruise here and there

and a full grin. 

No fear and 

not a second guess

that that peach will

come to haunt her. 

I envy her. 

I counted the steps

as you walked away. 

Watched the shower cap fall

mist falling past the nightly

drink

and I counted those too. 

Lost track at eleven

blink twice if you can hear me

I didn’t lose what we had

you couldn’t bear to put down

the glass. 

Chaos controlled filling begins

the night of sovereignty. 

I blamed you

for turning that corner. 

Falling three stories

breaking four ribs

on fifth Avenue. 

Your dazzling gleam

and a cell phone.

It’s all I could

recall

when the sirens rang. 

Chance is that they

will give up. Would not

be the first time.

Chance is they’ll drive

right past our

mute faces.

Chance is she

won’t pick up

the phone.

Chance is that

tonight

it will be different.

Chance is that if

you take the chance

chances is you

will

get a second chance.

Hold my hand my son

We will sing through Snowy pause

To capture Christmas

I saw you

from way down here. 

Polishing stones

to throw at my head. 

We talked that whole night. 

They said young love

was the sweetest 

but I didn’t bite

hard. 

We talked that whole night

just like the good ol’ days. 

Doesn’t matter how many miles

I run

can never out run that feeling.

The shadow grips

the ankle of my boot

and drags me through

the mud and through

a mirror.

Trapped I breathe

the shrill emptiness

and the fear that

follows him around.