January 30, 2016

shapeshifting



archaeologists we are
digging for relics
candles long since burnt
sandy lanterns dry
illuminated faces now
blue hazed
stinging optic nerves
chins down
words lost

faces blankly fading
fragmented we correspond
modern day telegrams
beep beep FULL STOP what? beep beep

goodbye.

curly thoughts and swoops
elegant handwriting
only Grandma still does
drawers of pens
wrinkled hands
the only way she knows

stories and words
missing and memories

hours in quietude
squirrels in trees
sipping tea
the old radio plays

"Do do that voodoo that you do so well..."

thoughtful and patient

my eyes water
just to think
of
loving like that.