we’re reaving yesterdays like
leaf-fall & peanutshells, piling
them in great heaps to smoke
and shudder; tonight
i listen to the same sad song
you sung me on those days
you sang for no one, and
the creak of the polished floors
under my uneven footsteps
echoes through all the seasons
between that day and this:
fall, winter, spring,
summer, fall
winter, summer, fall, winter…
the sound of broken
promises is similar
to nothing so much as that
of broken glass, & suddenly
nothing
is so bitter
as chocolate.
suddenly,
there is all this talk
of elephants.
the tenth muse 
A classic J.S. Lee poem, sights and sounds and tastes and rhythm, skillfully composed, full of mystery, best read aloud.
“classic J.S. Lee,” huh? 🙂
The sounds of broken promises and betrayal are crushing. But bitter chocolate ? Now that’s to die for !
er, yum? thanks, Carl.
This is well crafted, as always. My emotions were pulled in at the repeating portion, and the ending left me wanting to know more.
Thanks, Carl.
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