Haunting

When you’ve grown accustomed to spring water springing between polished rocks, it’s haunting when its cadence diminishes to a drip, drip, drip, stop.

B.F.M.

Awkward Gong

I tend to let

two, three weeks

pass before

hearing:

gong, gong, gong

Then it's all I hear:

GONG, GONG, GONG.

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The you and I of it

pack our baggage, 

say our goodbyes,

wrap ourselves 

in salve & gauze.

Say curses, 

close our doors,

and wonder what 

we saw in the color

off pink.

B.F.M.