Tuesday, May 19, 2015

With Relief

With Relief

Each windy waking night
I rouse and retire

the years grow around me
the time tucks me in
only to,
cautiously tell me to be alert
over and over again

the pendulum of pace
the irony of the earnest
and the cracks in the eyes of the observer
those tell-tale lips
that tell no more

the notion of that old story
new now, will be old again

you know how this ends

why speak it

live it with a sense of relief

By: M. MacMinn