Forget Everything

Come away with me. Forget everything.
You must go to a place of grass, silence and woods.
A place like that
was alive.

Strangers

Something about her,
she seemed so sure but
so sad too.
He wanted to know her, and yet,
they were strangers
never to speak to each other.
He couldn't stop staring.

Flesh and Smile

The living human is cursed
hustled along
middle-aged, middle income
stomping along but alive.
Manufactured flesh and smile.

Articulate

Uttering a few unintelligible words
I don't yet possess
the language to articulate
the emotion, the loss, the anger.

Keep Moving

He was going
somewhere safe, a place ahead
at an unknowable distance
but he knew with certainty he must
keep moving.