HASTE

The furniture contains the room,

Defining boundaries

Between here

And the unknown world

Where stories

Pass in waves no one

Can hear..

A woman has cleaned,

And a man defiled

This small life square

Space of gathering

And parting,

Storms and

Legs.

Standing on the roof

Of a hotel,

Watching as a city

Goes dark

To make way

For the fireworks

That burst below

In this upside down

World where

The tags on our clothes

Are worn on the outside

To announce our haste.

Copyright (c) 2011 by the author

BOXING DAY

A

Gathering up the darkness,

Carrying it with tentative hands,

Dropping it into box

After box,

Pushing it down

To make room

For more of same--

Depressed moments,

angry outbursts,

Tearful farewells,

Recognitions of regret,

Layers deep,

Compressed until it all fits

Inside worldproof walls,

Secured by titanium tape.

In big black letters, I write:

FORGIVE

And

FORGET

Copyright (c) 2012 by the author