i cannot write a goodbye poem i am leaving nothing behind but the shadows in the
walls my eyes left in the clouds a memory on a window pane whispers in corners
of this rink circusboxingskating depending my footsteps crisscross the images left
on floors blood-melodies crashing moods minding mingling mind lost in the ceiling
where the bats live i always outside out round windows square in my eyes eyes
smelling the hills and trapping pictures long gone stuck on a ferris wheel to the one
side turn turn turn the boards hang low but my sight lifts higher than the shingles up
near the tall lean palm i catch the breezes wild around my head and the red flowers
explode the four winds not wide enough for the wiles of my tongue or for the love that
dusts these doorways for the memories frozen to liquid in my (t)ears fastened forevermore
around my neck like diamonds and coals in beauty and in me me moving with the times
paper walls stronger than the thoughts that entered the arches and out through the blinds
that blind my eyes a frost of undetected time that lingers way past a decent while to stay
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