later i am today
the darkened room
resonates still with
all the goings of the night
things come backwords
and
while i felt all was well
perhaps it was not
news startles
we shared it at the meeting
i find i am a small part of
the worrying
yet what can we do?
some were busy, then
they were stopped so
i may not see them
drew the curtians early last eve
while waiting and through the chink
left saw one golden tree
autumn cameo
each little thing
while some things break