cold spring water runs
through these veins and through this life
recycled to new
© Dicky J Loweman 2015
cold spring water runs
through these veins and through this life
recycled to new
© Dicky J Loweman 2015
She wages a heavy war
I watched from the shore, for years
She tells me
I couldn’t possibly understand
Her depression runs too deep
There is no light left
At the end of her tunnel
She, instead
Has only dug a cave
© Dicky J Loweman 2015
She stares down at the eggs
I stare back at her
We say nothing
There is nothing to be said
She is haggard, grim
And the eggs are getting cold
The coffee is getting cold
I no longer have an appetite
And my mind wonders to the day ahead
It’s going to get hot, today
So I think I’ll bike to the pool
Catch some sun
And forget about breakfast
The cold eggs
And her
© Dicky J Loweman 2015