FOR CHANCE:
End of Day
When shadows creep
Into infinity
The sunset wind makes
Trees sigh and
Wave away the light and
Beckon it back I’m
Seeing two crones
Sitting on the sidewalk
Scratching lottery tickets
Wise enough to guess that
Losing
Is easier than winning
Fall
Autumn leaves earth-tone
Gems playthings of the
Wind that tosses them
Around till tiring of
The game drops them
Forgotten to the ground
Only to come back to
Kick them around some
Enraged by
The dying of the light
Mordor
When wild winds
Howl when
Darkness swallows hope
Then tyrants tremble when
Children cry
From hunger
So I see
Footprints in the snow
Where do they go
Two pair go out
Three pair go back soon
Children cry with rage
Soon more
Footprints in the snow
Jilted
Freeways drag me
Away from work then
Shove me
Into an empty house
Whose cluttered walls
Lie and
Say you’re still here
And echo my
Anger
That you would
Leave me
To run away with
Death my
New best friend
Bionote
Ernie B was born in Portland, Oregon and has lived there (almost) all his life. You can reach him at erniebpoetry@gmail.com.
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