the
window
to the future
hangs over our heads
forever out of reach
a blank shade
lights
off
–photo by me
shot of the day 2/7/22
Tag: poem
A Roaming Therapy (Tanka)
When my mind’s a mess
I go see my therapist–
Ol’ Mother Nature!
I walk into the woods to
Find my way out of the woods
–Photo by me
Paper Planes
I read my poem
To an old friend
He thought it
Was about him
It caught me so
Off guard when
He began to sob
It was meant to
Be humorous
Seeing him cry
Brought tears to
My eyes as well
So there we sat
Two grown men
Sobbing together
over a silly poem
About time travel
* * *
poems are paper planes
sent in the night to touchdown
in secret places
–Photo by me
ghost town
the ore is all gone
it was gone long ago
yet folks lingered on
they had nowhere to go
now even the ghosts
have dissolved in the heat
the only things left
are this side-walk and street
i remember the street
on the fourth of july
we stood on the curb
my best friend and i
with firetruck sirens
and flashing lights on
but it’s history now
the ore is all gone
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 