A Corner Turned (The Rose) 9 x 12 pastel Uart 400 Grit 8 Ply Board

Walking
Fingers jammed in pockets
Thumbs locked on blue jean loops
Overhead a crow is passing, calling
Wind ripples my jacket
Rain whispers, falling

Steps upon wet pavement
Reach my ear
Breaking somber silence

Diamonds forever luster, lost
Children’s laughter fading
Three geese feast
On outfield grass
Watchful
I don’t interrupt
Their grazing

In the distant depths of thought
I find the silent echo of voices
Of long-ago friends
Times shared, connection lost, different lives
As each breath exhales
They are once again
Off wandering

Strolling the streets of Saugus
I walk through photographs
Of things no longer mine
A Corner turned
Lenox Ave
Appeared a Rose
Heading home
Tomorrow
Sun
Hope