star chart…

aunt bea
said
i have
a small jar
of
gold stars
on
my office shelf
each
one
represents
someone
i’ve loved
or
grew up with
when
a friend
passes on
i
place their star
on
a picture
of
the night sky
in
my bedroom
and
though
the jar
grows
empty
and
my loneliness
grows
i see
the heavens
full
of stars
when
i rest my head
at night
and
that
gives
me
hope

lifeguard…

why did you not
extend your hand
as your brother
slipped into the sea
did fear
grasp your mind
so tight
that hope’s light
could not be seen
or
did you conceive
of this as some horrid nightmare
that would pass away
as the new day began
or
did you see
your brother’s wealth
and
wish it to be
endowed
upon you
tell me senator
what did you see

preparing…

old photos
family
friends
and
lovers
who now
are
foes
assessments
workers
jobs
all
beyond
recall
ink
stains
frayed papers
legal
court
words
justice
blurred
hopes
lost
pulled from files
sorted
and
feed
into
shredder
life’s
end