The Space Between, paper collage, 2023

is wasted on the young,
or the young at heart

being is erasure
a crisis of stars
an old woman once told me
in a dream, or not in a dream
that our best memories
are wasted 
on the asphalt of living

i believe her.

a hawk cries
and i imagine that somewhere 
tears have fallen
a sparrow in a field purple with ruin
a shirt folded and tucked inside a drawer

a pair of sneakers
without moons to run to

10 responses to “Wasted”

  1. Everything is suggestive and fascinating in your poetry. That’s why I like your writing so much because you know how to reach the soul, transforming an apparently trivial moment into something beautiful and transcendent.
    Feliz fin de semana, L.

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    • Thank you very much, J. I’ve been thinking lately that I’d like to start writing more poetry and maybe find some new ways to combine it with my collage practice. I appreciate the positive feedback. Happy Saturday! 🙂

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  2. This poem is really fantastic..”tears have fallen, a sparrow in a field purple with ruin,
    a shirt folded and tucked inside a drawer”..these lines especially spoke to me..tears and living…simplicity answering the things that keep us up at night..so good, my friend.

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