Current poems in progress...

dust

i met you once - then twice again
a familiar turn of face and phrase
i asked myself to cross the street
and yet, again we chance to meet.
-
seeing clearly a new incarnation
a haunting reminder the truth prevails
no where to hide except in plain sight
intimacy denied is another's delight
-
to hope any shoe would fill the place
at home alone or with others i wait
a day devoid of artifact thoughts
punishing me for what i did, or did not

anti-gravity

there again is the memory of things that could have been
or not meant to be
why then if in all these moments the souvenir of places
i have not been
keeps falling off the shelf, where it was savely stored,
refusing to be broken