Poetry Collaboration #3

 

In collaboration with photographer Chuck Shotwell.

You were last lurch to the finish line

       when I heard the starting pistol.

You were the last farewell of the contrail

      when I arrived at the departure gate.

You were the last turnip in the tureen

       when I made it to the table.

You were the last vanishing tremble of the track

       when I was looking for your light. 

You were the last hot-candy cinder of home sweet home

       when I showed up with

                                                  firewood.

 

Poetry Collaboration #2