Swallow

Cold the wind
in the cracks of life
fingers freezing to the keys
so deep
so deep the
sad deep
sink but colding it stays

Quiet the night
into which no one responds
to a lonely call
dreaming me there
Never intended alone
empty spot for you
keening in the darkness

Stiff the wind
it is still me
sending icy lines
into your blood
ache of the cold, ache of the lonley
but I can change nothing
for
nothing changes
ties cannot be created
which were never there

A trailor sits alone in the desert
the one inside would die if he could
the cold
is not only winter
but every wrong
every nightmare
every broken heart

Inspired by "Snow Falling in the Cedars"

Strawberry dancing
quiet sweet burst under tounge
making happy teeth


Puget morning Sound
smoking fog light fishing boats
chugging through darkness