Read Poetry Strewn Along Life's Pathways Page 9

as my music grows

  Time Between Moments

  you asked me to wait, and I waited

  the bus which is always on time, is late

  the lady with briefcase and tie checks her watch,

  once, twice, in a dance of expectation

  an elderly woman who has punched a clock

  for more years than her childhood

  looks at the cracks in the cement

  and heaves a sigh of relief

  there are no children here

  only folded newspapers and empty coffee cups

  my thoughts escape with my eyes

  towards the billboard advertising wines

  and I curse myself for my timidity

  burnt by candle flickers

  I do not want this day, nor any day

  you have entrusted to my patience

  I am anxious and begin pacing

  between the warming stalls

  the warmth of your embrace, your softness

  I have washed away with innumerable showers

  I have brushed your breath from my hair

  and I have begged for the baptism of forgetfulness

  while in my bath

  what is that stocking capped man doing now?

  I left him with ten years on his patience

  he shook my hand the day I left

  and said, "See you around the block, kid."

  I laughed, back then, I had no idea

  that he was a Doctor of the Heart

  a large black ant tussles with a queer

  form of matter

  and I move my black shoe to let him pass

  why does he remind me of Jesus on the Way

  and why do I feel that he was sent by

  Joseph of Arimethea?

  I examine each of these daily companions

  whose names I will never know

  and I snicker at the pain we each foist

  upon ourselves, we slaves of the counting house

  the bus arrives and the pecking order is assumed

  watches are relieved of their burdens

  as spaces are filled with forms now set

  in their appointed places

  I dream that the day is over

  and that this is the bus which will take me home

  for Lock-up and Count

  my heart is your prisoner

  and your call the key to my parole

  let this, however, be the word I speak

  you asked me to wait, and I waited

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  What? #1

  Is the brain a flower?

  both unraveled a seed

  seeking a shared light

  sharing a searching shadow

  each rests when twilight tires

  so, What is the Answer?

  Is the flower a brain?

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