Time – less

Still moments beyond memory see
An old woman, fumbling for keys,
At the very top of
Unlit, creaky wooden steps.

While a young man wakes up
In a panic sweat, cold and hard,
And hears: the wind tapping
On cold car windows

Outside, where a woman drops
A quarter that no one finds.

2 thoughts on “Time – less

  1. rum blue July 23, 2015 / 8:00 pm

    There’s such a familiar feel to your poetry. It’s downright delicious.

    Like

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