( our words ! )

                                                     sacred the passageway !
Mind to Mind

••

Footsteps !

Tiny imprints in time

But

Why all these patches of oil
Along the shore ?

//

( footsteps --
Thru time

Why these visions of death everywhere ? )

//

Even OUR LOVE POEMS !!

Shrouded in images of pain !

••                        

We pass each other and we write
Not of MEN or WOMEN

but of rag tag stick figures

Of grotesque shape !

//

Footsteps !

//

who am I to you ?/ I ask

All I hear are sighs and squeaks

Uttered to an imaginary lover

Somewhere

••

Winds blow

The footsteps are gone !

The poems end up as

******-on stained papers

In sullen alleyways

""""

We will NOT remember each other 's NAMES !

( or even our own )

••

We follow the way unto death

We ....... (?)

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