one more

So

one more poem

perhaps

hopefully there’s

time

there are

reticent stirrings
and what might have been
a call for coffee

but I’m the only

one up

Erykah Badu

Mamma’s Gun

quietly

and the velcro-ish
rise and fall

of passing cars
on the wet road

outside

So

what do you want to be

what have you got to say

yesterday I

chiselled one 

into sobbing

splinters of cosmos

irreparable

So

why would this

one trust me

after that

soft hands
soft

it’s true for

almost everything

yet so easy

to forget