the little boy
with a backpack
bigger than he is
stands in line
behind the red rope
his tears follow me
through the exit door
to the car parked
in the no parking zone,
on my own cheeks
I taste them
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged airport, goodbye, poem on December 30, 2015| 2 Comments »
the little boy
with a backpack
bigger than he is
stands in line
behind the red rope
his tears follow me
through the exit door
to the car parked
in the no parking zone,
on my own cheeks
I taste them
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged friendship, goodbye, light, short poem on August 17, 2013| 2 Comments »
not just the light
though that, too, how it bloomed
across the green lawn
but also her waving hands
so empty, so full of light