Tag: poems
driving
“on this dark and quiet night,
my only companion is the flicker of the dashboard lights.
my thoughts are at rest,
i am steeped in rote as i retrace
the well-known path toward home…” Continue reading driving
the ball
“i walk down the hall and don’t see the world around me,
don’t notice the pictures on the wall,
pay no attention to the creaks my footfalls engender as i pass over sagging bits of floor…” Continue reading the ball
older now
“i was old at twenty,
cynical in the ways of love,
having loved and lost a time or two.
i was smarter than i am now,
certain of my conclusions and stances,
able to categorize the world neatly into black and white…” Continue reading older now
