a trail of sand on the beach…

a trail of sand on the beach

shadows
will not speak
to you
nor
will
unkept promises
fulfill
your dreams
so
choose
if you wish
to continue
the lie
that is your life
your
life
now
a one-way road
to
reverse course
and
tell the truth
would destroy
the facade
of your existence
so
you must continue on
but
with each step
that
which is your soul
is drained
as it leaves
a path home
to the truth
until
the soul
no longer
remains

nothing like a hard rain…

Image by David Wagner

my cousin
tommy and i
would go out
after a hard rain
at night
with old coffee cans
to collect
as many worms
as we could
for fishermen
our lights
exploring the landscape
probably better
than most snipers
scanning a battlefield
our goal
was not to kill anyone
but
just to collect
enough wiggling things
to buy
highly desired
baseball bubble gum cards
not
budgeted
by our parents
i think about it
every time it rains
as I drive
my beamer
towards
the beach

when the moon is full…

night tides
of dreams
roll upon
yesterday’s shores
flinging small
memory shells
upon the beach
of today
making hollow
echoing sounds
like the empty
forgotten
promises
you made