sad is a great open field
gold-brown in sunset
lonely brick school
background sentinel
sad is late-summer play-yard
empty at 5:47 pm
save one
sad is gray rail tracks
under gray rail skies
Nov. 26th afternoon
Sad is cold, cluttered cubicle
$lave, $lave, $lave
while California calls
sad is a bus seat
wheels rolling toward
the old home
sad is cold awareness
something missing
courage not gone
’cause it never was
sad is a bony-cold vapour
driven away
by the blinding morning sun
when the shadows are long
a stretching retreat
away from the light
Harnessing Chaos 