two I wrote in Antwerp a few evenings ago…
this particular evening…
the bats are diving
as well as the gulls
looking for something which still glows,
or at least flecks, of glimmer; a tennis ball perhaps, tossed up by a child.
me too, i think today, just
searching for what truly is shimmering
in evening… in this garden courtyard in Antwerp
with the fig tree and church bells still in place
after all these days.
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As you get older…
one friendship passes into another like a blur or
hopeful collage;
but here, we smother from lack of warmth at night-
a montage, of all of us, missing a blanket. And yet,
we feel another clearer circle around us when we dream
and somehow know, we will be returned to our own kind one day;
we will all make it home, in the end,
as we say yes over and over again!