Poem 6

Two-Second Poem (Dashed off the top of my head)

Here and now

as we say goodbye,

to a fresh new start

and then we see

the quickness tide

that falls apart:

hiding you from me

and we still think so

as we watch it pass

and we have to know

(you gotta guess

your way

it's not the same

as mine

to you or me

we have to do the right)

and then we see

the gleam of candlelight

upon flickering eyes

(and the faces

raised to the dark sky

are calling).

So you see it now

as we watch we rain

and gleam:

that you have to go

going to be late

in the whole grand scheme

just help me plan,

help me waste away

I have to stay right here

you're there

but now I know you can't stay

and then we feel it

like a whirl of tide

(as the pulls out,

pulls in)

and you saw it and you said it

that really now you wish --

you could

and then you're gone

(like those faces

raised

to the dark sky

of the rain).