Running Against The Clock

--to Kristine, for old time’s sake 

Biking by 

The cemetery—no 

Time to stop 

To say “hello” 

To all those 

We knew 

So well so 

Long ago— 

Some other time 

We’ll know better 

To stop 

And say “goodbye” once 

And for all it’s been 

Good to know you.

 

Far-out Anticipation Blues

Where everyone keeps 

Waxing extraordinarily about 

Total silence while waiting 

In the meantime 

For what seems 

A lifetime to hear it through 

All the clamor is really 

Something else— 

See you there?