eye to eye…

eye to eye

these are the moments
that will remain
when others
have
forgotten
our names
when
the routine
of
life
has ended
these
moments
when
our souls
are shared
and 
care
has no place
in our bed
no tears
are
shed
just the sweetness
of
lips
and
the warmth
of
our embrace
nothing
matters
in
these moments
except
the
moment

 

 

some kind of how…

some kind of how2

not much
to
look at
a struggling plant
in
a plastic
abandoned pot
but
i’d argue
it’s
a thing
of
beauty
for
that little sprig
signifies
resilience
and hope
and
maybe
just maybe
we’ll
be able
to engender
the same
characteristics
in
our lives

melvin’s country store…

melvin's general store

odd little place
nestled
among
ohio’s hills
a general store
ran
by
the appearance
of
its owner
for
decades
upon
decades
as would be expected
everything
you might fancy
was
available
some things
i hadn’t seen
since
my youth
were
readily available
enamored
by
this relic of time
and
its owner
i asked
to take his photo
he said
most certainly
but said
just one moment
he went
into
another room
i noticed him
slicking down his hair
for
the picture
i
also noticed
a calendar
with
days x-ed out
after
taking his portrait
i
inquired
about the calendar
he said
i’m marking the days
till
my death
curious
i inquired
when might that be
he said
i don’t know
the marks
are to remind me
to celebrate
each day
as if
the
last