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Shattered

Threading eddies of
rainwater – streams and rivers
that flow from fallen
leaves and unanswered
calls;

my footsteps
cajole each fragmented brick
on the path, shadows
dancing in the mist of early
morning showers.

Shouldering
a denim bag of a thousand dreams,
eyes scoop drooping
flowers and depressed
teenagers sulking by, glistening
sometime with
the ambitions of zebra
crossings to nowhere.


Call

Hurry back, the world is waiting
With each troubled move you make –
Turn back time, its hands unwinding
As your footsteps crease its wake.

Hurry back, comrades are dying
As you make this call to home –
Write them peace, in words unmoving
‘fore you sleep ‘neath golden foam.

Hurry back, dear friends are praying
While you choose this road alone –
Tell them why, their words forsaking
You sing a sweeter, sadder tone.

Hurry back, mothers are searching
Hearts and minds for your return –
Think you not, this peace forgetting
Why their blood-thick ties you burn?

Hurry back, a love is crying
Where have all the flowers gone –
Cradle her, while tears are drying
Feel her blood-red rose and thorn.

Hurry back, your soul is calling
From the depths of hardened heart –
Peel away the paint that’s hard’ning
Across the very door you shut.