because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse


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

is so bitter
as chocolate.

there is all this talk
of elephants.

7 responses

  1. A classic J.S. Lee poem, sights and sounds and tastes and rhythm, skillfully composed, full of mystery, best read aloud.

    October 12, 2012 at 5:05 am

    • “classic J.S. Lee,” huh? 🙂

      October 12, 2012 at 11:03 am

  2. The sounds of broken promises and betrayal are crushing. But bitter chocolate ? Now that’s to die for !

    October 12, 2012 at 5:01 pm

    • er, yum? thanks, Carl.

      October 16, 2012 at 11:27 am

  3. This is well crafted, as always. My emotions were pulled in at the repeating portion, and the ending left me wanting to know more.

    October 12, 2012 at 9:36 pm

    • Thanks, Carl.

      October 16, 2012 at 11:27 am

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