Passages

In the mirror you see your face

but you are not there

 

You have turned almost sixty

inside the child still cries

 

You watch a film on the screen

that has already passed

 

You attend to her grave

she has already gone

 

You watch the closing light

it is already light

 

 

from ‘the barking mad poems 2013

by littlefoxpublishing.com copyright

kenneth trimble