longing

longing
walking through
douglas furs
forest paths
ancient gothic
stone architecture
carved
into the rockface
oxidized copper
misty mossy
cavernous paths
entwining stairs
darkness peering out
onto stone balconies
overlooking
mountainous
river valley vista;
another
was always there
beloved woman
saddened
about her son
or about me
or relieved
at our escape
of something;
like others
like us
our age
we sat
atop and amidst
those vistas
and felt
our miseries
and ecstasies;
old man yonder
sitting alone on the bench
watching
longing.

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played it on worry…

played it on worry
the day,
fell on
towards ends
hard played,
the ends
more clear than
your face,
my breath,
mind o’erworn
for there called
another καλον
made clear
the face
clear through
and over
you’ll find
my hands
in the art
of eyes
and stones
the sand
flat called
polished face
cold greys
air clearer
cold swept away
my green Pasteur
glowed long
soaked over
so simple
the upright dirt
for whom
from when
for how
in the cracks
of paradise
ideal
my ears
colored grey
in darkness
fallen the hills
the light
older than all
fled
across the rooftops
befell
the puddle.