It's late in the day
standing by, Awareness drifts by
like stones carried in shoes.
Comments too few, to carry conviction
walks in sand  like a neon thought,
relics of crystallised leaves parade
an eerie silence that dealt time.
Only fortuitous believers became others
that sleep ordinary in this path.

Justina who knows
where the roses were sent
will you talk purposely
to benchmark your clement start,
not so clear
Tears will oft play their part
beyond the Parterre

He garbled encouragement
just to hide his depression
second eye, he seemed to understand
the absence of genuine care

2010 you say laughed at you
mini calendars still hanker
and sometimes come back stronger
no matter how wrong at the time