Haunt
William
C. Burns
Maple
leaves
falling
wet stars on the rusting brown
Silver
sun
nebulous orb sliding
behind pewter clouds
in a sky the color of sadness
Zephyrs
whisper hissy secrets
through the umber ocher husks of weeds
and ripple the gloomy waters
All
the grain
harvested or
in the bellies of birds
who’ve flown to far-away places
This
alien place
once felt the hand
of a child with my name
My
coat
cannot stop the wind
Parting
Glance
William
C. Burns
leaving
I can’t touch things
enough
caressing
fingers
hoping to hold
a beautiful everything
moment
ice
cube moment
melting
even as you try
to grasp it all the harder
it
should be so easy you know
to part with things
the stuff left behind
the memories are all you hold
like
a glass mirror
when everything is gone
full of empty
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WILLIAM
C. BURNS was born on the trailing edge of the beautiful generation
in the rolling hills of West Virginia. Perhaps due to some fluke
in prenatal nutrition or quantum fluctuation in genetic makeup,
he works several media, including graphic art, poetry, theater,
sculpture, raising children, microprocessor interface design,
computer code, etc.
©
William C. Burns