parting . . . the clatter of train tracks into darkfather's old books . . . today I open the cabinet just to breathe themleaving the cabin for the last time . . . pine dust on my shoestumbling snowflakes . . . I lose my thought to the space between deck planksnew love . . . still some green in these autumn leaves
First published in (1) Tempes Libre (Belgium), June 2007; (2) SxSE (South x South East) V. 13, No. 2; (3) Acorn, Fall 2001; (4) Frogpond (June 2002); and (5) The Heron’s Nest, January 2003.