poetry

Text Muse
by Cesar Ruiz Aquino

Indeed all things go
Not for a season
Or reason
That we know

And nowhere. I've learned
To hide
My life turned
like a tide

Like a flotsam
And jetsam
Of ghost
Houses.

Yesterday the moon went
After the roses.
Yesterday I said
The world has lost

That certain mist,
I have paid
Dearly,
Or so I feel

Spent.
Yet how
Suddenly
They could steal

Their way back
The world is misty
When I wipe my eye
Glasses that I

Wear today, wore
Frightened at first
The roses a burst
On the floor,

Pieces of white
Bond
Crumpled up
As I write

And ransack
Without end.
The moon a shadow
In my cup.

And the lifelong someone
And no one,
You for an instant
On the phone

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