I'm the future
Of my past
And the past
To my future
And neatly wrapped
In the present.

Life
                                                            ­    has
            a
                       funny
     way
                                           of
                                  
                                ruining

      
                                                      Lives.

He pulls up the stoop
the doors slide shut
the wheels turn

the silver cars lurch
the last whistle blasts

too late

there's no grousing
no second-guessing
and no need for tears

whit howland © 2020

The lingual of words,
      Few to the honeyed heart
Huge to handsome picture!!
      You may sea-going,
Handy sleepy in my heart..

I said brown eyes were my favorite,
but the hottest fires burn blue,
and her eyes were no exception.
Eyes like hers can burn a heart to ashes
and turn a universe upside down.
Eyes like hers can make a soul fall in love
and never turn back.

Let my silence teach you

what my words

did not