seeking the Sun
a must
where weather went
seeking us
emptying shadows
into night
we trained ourselves
to worship
daylight
bleeding,
softly at first
facing the light
over a hushed
yet to stir
street-n-land-s-cape ...
coffee thoughts
nose dove in
we escape crepe perhaps
egg and basket sweet
dreams of demons
sleeping until complete
sunsets or typesets
with printing presses
guessing what
a guest needs ...
we kept sirens
and junkies
toeing
the lines
of wear
humanity
got inside
our souls ...
the jazz was piano driven rhythm drive
lee morgan's sidewinder
popping like
the silk pills
of another starlet
gone on to why
it is wise
to wander life with
a wide berth ...
here
at the end
of most poems
we slip the stream
careful acorns
seedy hotels
we meet at
when once
or again
we ran around
trying not to be found
in each other's arms ...
morning
misty grey skies
indefatigable lies
of where Spring went
this year, dear
another not so
lonely, loving
you time
we wished
it were
warmer
outside ...
EJR ©
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