sentimental – The Coming of the Toads

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.