Two For Nimal

for Nimal Dunuhinga

Cracked Song For Dirty Boots

This tree

grows still

a child's mind

a bedroom window

This house

this window

gone but for

frames crater

now

once was

home memory's

red dirt

O stand radiant-starred late afternoon

O stained stark shadows' black frieze

astonished stooped man

time's wee piss-boy

damp bunk-bed mattress fears

O stand glazed from edges

gaze to bark

vine maps of escape.

Iron shadows

impress long into

wet pit

sun shards

spy glass

throat sore

cracked song for dirty boots

**

Older Age, Basho In Mind

Road gets narrower

eyesight dims

even signs wave

Basho's ghost

guides with ink

HERE NOT HERE

Can't ever cross

Rainbow Bridge

Beneath it

a billet of mist

poem by Warren Falcon
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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