It rained through the night
    mother and child in station
    soldier coming home

"Don't burst blood vessels"
says my enigmatic friend
"Stay cool, man, stay cool"

The music plays

on down the years.  


Her tears fall

run


a weep of 

years sweep


eras


written on pages

old memories


the stationery bold

with sorrow.


He loved her not

to lose her but


he never knew

the mind around


her prayer


for his memories 

refrain.


Her songs


are blowing 


spores


to the wind.




Caroline Shank