old friends are clear
crisp water --
easy to fall into

we are alone
without a fire, watching
a game that's already been lost

in my pocket
I had the magic number
but you did not ask

photo by M. Leder

as sad as it is

to miss a first bloom

there are worse fates

willful lies in service of profits
endanger innocent lives ~
hope, and work to stop them

we have all fallen --
every alarm echoes
in our wailing hearts, bereft

if you tend where I've been cut
with your kind look
gladness will rise

are you hiding in anonymous numbers?
nimble as we are, we wonder
without end, lost in the seam

siren song blusters through murky air
a kaddish calling burnt souls home
to a higher sphere of sapphire

the dream you sent signals
the beginning of new time
in the land of sky stretching

vine laden trees bloom
and sway in sandy winds -
a new day is near