Things About to Disappear ≈


Song For Someone Gone Away

You have seen those who’ve begun
to ghost their lives. You see them hunched
in grocery lines or on the bus.
They have grins lost somewhere
in the folds of their tweed
faces, with fences of their teeth
broken and leaning. They have no
pocket charms against their
oblivion and they
are not going to cry about it.
Maybe they have invited
sadness as a shield against
despair. Like old dogs they
hobble home, push and pull the sheets,
knead and scrape until the have them right,
then drop down and breath out
deeply.

Don Winter's "Things About to Disappear" cover