He's coming the Long way It's a really hot day Softly, she whispers Something he never heard Whistling and wasting like Summer-ruined curd Lost to the wind maybe, and Memories foregone
Beauty flows In rivulets of Ice, rock and Haphazard smiles Tears of undue Joy; cried for somebody Else- no one Was oblivious To bittersweet curses Half-heartedly whispered
The fantail’s song is intoned Into the bonsai; festooned with- Memories, of the luck-ripe creature Your fate is so well sealed Mingling with the gems Diamonds among Slovakian crystals
Fingers held in shattered glass Blood held in broken bones Heart encased in lovely laughs Flowers killed by jagged stones Bodies touch in golden sky Souls meet at heaven’s throes