The leaves hang still,
Unmoving in the morning heat
A stagnant silence
The leaves hang still,
Unmoving in the morning heat
A stagnant silence
Staring at the blank page
Boundless possibilities
Marred by these simple words
A Stardust morning-
McCoy Tyner plays the blues
Through my headphones
Board games on the floor
Their piece scattered around them
Rolling dice, now still
Through the blinds, the sun
Flickers, leaving lines of shadow
Across the empty breakfast table
Breathe deep and release
The tension that pulls across
sore muscles, straining
On the wall, shadows-
The leaves of the trees outside
Rendered in black-and-white
Sitting and waiting
For some frog to catch my eye
Basho in the ‘burbs
Everybody slows
the wreck, crumpled, smoking, still
curiosity rolls past tragedy
The rolling thunder-
the sky flashes electric blue.
Do not fear, little one