Two Short, Dark Poems

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Desolation Haiku

Bag flaps in bare tree
white wire hanger in dark closet
frontiers of sadness

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Morning Commute: December 9,  6:38 AM


Black
at the station

Rain
in a dark, steady stream

Everyone on the platform
in layers, hats and hoods

A vision out of the Dark Ages
congregations of 10th Century Monks
in their over-sized
cloaks and vestments
or battle weary soldiers
waiting to board landing craft.

Our train arrives
door chimes
form up
under the rain
and board
in silence
assigned to our congregations and battlefields.

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