loved and abandoned
stuffed animals on a wharf bench
a childhood gone
a broken haiku for abandoned toys
loved and abandoned
stuffed animals on a wharf bench
a childhood gone
loved and abandoned
stuffed animals on a wharf bench
a childhood gone
(post-Derby)
after the storm, the city swept clean
the old homeless man with crocodile tears
bares his teeth, hisses, then digs through
trash cans on the wharf

[just another broken machine washed up on the wharf when the water went back down]
Between speaking on the magic of the sun and how it’s often abused she asked to borrow my lighter. So I gave her a box of matches, told her to keep it I have more. After her 3 tries I lit her cigarette for her watching her hands tremble her fingers red fingernails chewed down below the quick then
stop relieved as she took a drag then closed her eyes … like remembering what it is to be human.