A few poems

Old Mining Town
with ancient windows

that time has proven liquid
and dust piled upon dust
some human element

missing from this place

has left it's imprint

and looking on

taking in the scope

of joys and left behinds

the old bones of

not-so-ancient civilizations

show that things are changing

and we're always in

the process of ending

especially when the coal

you mine takes the last

train that's coming through

in the delicate arch

from southward sun
a beam did cross
your face while in
architecture I could
never engineer
and a fascination
with the insides
outsides, crosssides
of an inhospitable land
in your boyish way
you did fix a fear
mostly mine.

A Virgin Wood

help me Orpheus
one more song to sing
of men in woods
where I have yet to go
and traversed paths
that seem the need
of being cut anew

and that there
a virgin wood
where all paths
have been walked
and all tears shed
to me still seems
a mystery though I
have walked in there
I do not believe
I ever really arrived