Watery World

Photograph by Donna Donato

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clouds move across the sky, and reflect

what is, what was, what is to come

what becomes a watery world

laughter, love, the living, moving

green grows the edges of this world

dried leaves of brown, yellow, and golden

float the crisp edges of time

to sail away to softening realms

of watery worlds to float, to see, to live

the unfathomed depths, the heights, the space

into, onto, moving here after, by and by

strengthen the edges of falling leaves

Run Run, Run Away

You are walking slowly through the crowded sidewalks, last minute shoppers looking, looking into the stuffed display windows, but seeing a child’s eyes looking back.  What was it like, all those Christmases long ago?  What was it like being that child and seeing through her eyes?  Was Santa real, was he bringing that wished for toy; a wish you’d had all year, waiting for that morning to arrive, and hoping to see it under the tree?  Would it be there?  Would that wish come true?

I run the city streets

The gamut, down the block, to the corner, a mile

I run the country roads

Through fields of green, or frozen ice, to the end 

Take a pill - run away

Shirk a duty - run away

Drink a shot - run away

Lie in the grass; or on a dune by the sea

Sit on a curb, or a bench

Catch a breath with me

Tiptoe by a door

From the night

A dark whore

Run away

Run, run

Run away

Passing, never to come this way again 

Dark nights, street lights

Entering, never to feel this way again

Remember this scene.....

You remember a fortress, where barren trees wait to live. Life surrounds you with evergreen.

Cars pass in the night, shining through window panes.

A face is seen, within a fractured light.

The rumble of tires, you run on, on to the cracks in the pavement.  Those same cracks, stumbled over in front of a window - eyes stare back.