December 12, 2013 We Write Poems #188 Holiday Centro

Clickty Clack/Clickty Clack

Faint words blow

Across the mesa

Hunger for an image

Close connection

Time flies

So quickly

Winter

I dream

Come out to play

One memory recalled

Each shape carefully rendered

Clickty Clack/Clickty Clack

Split past and present

Appears and disappears

What happens

In the white light

Landscape

One tree

Branches bare

Lying on my slab

Dressed in black

Grey, lonely silent

Clickty Clack/Clickty Clack

Dreams dwindle

Crash to the floor

It does not matter

Return to a safer place

Quietly we sit

Cook and clean

Leave no trace

She will come again

Dressed in linen

Clickty Clack/Clickty Clack

I find the end

Dig Down

Refreshed

Clickty Clack/Clickty Clack