Shades of the Past...

I used to want shades for my life.

I thought I would look like a mysterious shadow lurking in darkness.

No one would see my eyes. My identity would be secret.

Now that's all over. I come out of the shadows and into the light.

All the darkness is in the past.

All That I Have

I have everything and nothing. I have a family though not a small one. I have friends but I don't have just three. I have a brother but I don't have two. I have a few teachers but I have more than four. I have a mountain of things I can't list. A salt-lined cave of things I have in my life. Autumn wind blowing leaves like my memories around. All that I have

Force

Force isn't the answer but in

October there sometimes is more

rum than usual, and people

can get drunk and then

everyone has force.

Cake-Whistle

"Poetry is what makes the invisible appear."
-- Nathalie Sarrante

Cake-Whistle

100 years or older, the muffled old man walks down the street in his pjs. He goes into a shop called Cake-Whistle and a dog lopes out to greet him. The dog is old and withered brown, just like the man. He is tiny and thin and able to fit through small spaces like a red blood cell on its journey through the body in search of oxygen. The dog pulls, tugs on the man's shirt as he walks away. The last thing the dog sees is the man going into the wild. He is sad to see him go.