The Coming of the Toads

A Notebook – Since 2007

Tag: sentimental

  • Moon River

    The moon, our moon lit night
    candle brooding sediment
    embraces you in umbrage
    through the trees down
    to the waterline up from
    the riverbank wandering
    through the shallows
    in motion with slow
    crawling eddies around
    emergent rocks and felled
    trees this night a dropped
    stitch in time’s throw,
    that night we lost
    an hour and more.

  • Sentimental Me

    Listen, she sent me
    a note, you will hear
    on my rosy cheek
    a crescendo tear

    drop & in this tear
    will you see
    an ultramarine
    ocean sloping

    & you will sense
    nothing meant
    to be without
    you with me.