Ode to Leonard

leonard's voice
crawls down my spine
like a deep growl
joyful despairing
paradox
poetry like gravel
on an old dirt road
or a city alley
suzanne
by the river

hallelujah

Cold breaths

cold icy breaths

truth serum

sand shifting

moody words

no calming breezes

to ebb the flow of

feelings unfettered

raw ingredients remain

Elasticity of time

elasticity of time

photos in courtyards

in europe with a tiny waist

three little happy bird faces

can smell the sea in one

can hear the bells in another

can let go of the sad undertones

celebrate the pureness of memories

feel them again and again