Last Stop
ghosts
…………on sidewalks
huddled
…………on benches
bus stops
…………crowded
……………………….in winter
beds of broken bottles
old beards
……………….and hoods
sacks of empty memories
……………………………………….slung over shoulders
dreams falling
………………………through pocket holes
freight trains
……………………don’t run
…………………………………..through here
………………………………………………………..no more
Where I Stand
late night
……………..staring
…………………………into tomorrow
ferries
…………cargo ships
…………………………..barges with freight
pass by
………….under the moon
it all seems the same
in the flatness
…………………….of the harbor
no waves
……………..rolling
…………………………against the beach
an oil tanker
…………………..disrupts the horizon
stars
………drowning
………………………in clouds
wow — great poems — something going on there,
someone with heart.
Mark- thank you for the kind words! Much appreciated.
JSJ