Kindred Spirit

© outi art

When Lady Serenity
saw me, she swerved.

Her detour a reminder not to dwell on anxiety.

I want to absorb the tempo of my hero.

Go with her on a journey. We’ll decide.

Fill a syrup-colored packing case with maps loosely packed.

Plan our getaway on the back of a paperback. Take me with you.

Broken in Two Pieces

Two bodies mutter to each other in smoke rings.

Signals blow back and forth. The mysterious air

between the pair; cloaks their mystery.

What are they saying? Is language extinct?

Are words with all their meanings obsolete

now. Frozen. Stiff.