I feel different than before

not so angry
restless
or confused

it’s only a spec
on this great canvas

a locomotive

puffing smoke

pulling a string of boxcars
through never-ending rows of corn

I’m moving forward now
not so fast mind you

just slow

steady progress

headed  out west
someplace

where it’s warm

Whit Howland © 2019

sometimes you speak so

directly to one another...

you come to speak indirectly.

just to backtrack what knew

not a jot of difference.

then comes the extraordinary

strength of that man, that

woman.

coming together to part at all

times.

for as long as it holds.

It feels to me,
That love is the awareness,
Of the unity of the present
With the depth of eternity.

Girl, his heart was not there
But, you stayed by his side
He has tortured you even more
And you let yourself go as if you have no pride
Tears sadly fall from your face
What a tough lesson to learn
Next time you need to look for those signs
So that way, you will not get burned