Some Truths Noted While Walking Alone

 

The triangular window holds its corners differently

than the square window.

 

The square window is open to suggestion.

 

The circular window is afraid

of what comes from the sky

and makes its view known simply.

 

The sky always dreams of a dress

made of yellow squares each night

but forgets the image entirely upon waking.

 

Blue then is the absence of memory.

 

The clouds are farm animals.

 

There is no pig. 

World of Mirth

 

            - in memory of the Harveys

 

I once lost a dollar

in their store’s

photo booth.

 

I was disappointed

but not unhappy.

 

My wife might have

even been laughing

 

at me or

with me,

 

one or

the other.

 

After all, things

worth more than a dollar

go missing

every-

day.

 

A family in a basement,

tape bound, throats slit,

then set on fire.

 

What dreams are lost to us now?

m c boyes