Radio towers wink, passing their secrets Across the sky, above the reach of trees That stand on queue, waiting for the signals To drop or to pick up again Their leaves of token green. The buildings ache and groan prematurely. My mind's eye Struggles to capture and hold this scene, But the colors fade And evaporate. I never did see your face. The same face always forward.
Curtains block out daylight.
Its mystery Is beauty Lost to the world. The bruises Lie waiting beneath the skin.