day of abbas

a day of pattern, all seams
strained in the waters of confusion.
forced smiles and ties to a celebration
of an easy gift. a donation of
breath but no guides for lives
from the first fall. appearances
as well as traction on glass. sitting
beside the phone, contemplating a call. two
won but all lost numbers are a
commodity unknown. days that fit
in hand, with one loss of a man.
the last day of grievance to a
thought, an idea, a plan.

Concentric Stars

So young, plus one
soft to speak .
Naive to herself.

Friend indeed,
friend in need.
Only need to know.

True light,
hidden behind.
Shadowed hairs.

Too unsure,
sure of two.
Worlds to take.

Beautiful spirit,
Blind eye turned.
Naive to herself.

Concentric stars.
One in another,
helping each other shine.