I Cannot Find It Anymore

I had a painting I adored
A portrait pure, a work of art,
But I can’t find it anymore

Perhaps it fell upon the floor
But it’s not just some color chart
It was a painting I adored

It showed the two of us on shore
She sang a verse that pierced my heart
A song I can’t find anymore

I might have had it quick restored
Though I don’t think I’d risk to part
With a painting I adored

At first, the flaws could be ignored
Until we felt, with sudden start,
We could not keep it anymore

I found the painting, held it, tore
The memory, it fell apart.
That thing adored we’d fallen for,
I cannot find it anymore.

Colors

October wind sweeps colors of the day
In a mini tornado, ravaging
The hospital parking lot

Days like this remind me
Of evening air years ago
When all of us kids would take that leap

Into piles of bright corpses, freshly raked
And laugh and play in the masses
Of reds and oranges and yellows

Along with the rare greens
Making Christmas with the rest
A sacrifice to what comes after

And I think, even then,
All of us knew we’d end up
As part of the pile

Eventually, maybe
Seventy, fifty, twenty years onward
I’d end up in the same bed

Where both my grandparents, demented,
Kissed the soul of fall and
Greeted the coming cold

In front of my childhood eyes
As I sit here, the feel of winter
Approaching chills my summer bones

In a car in the hospital parking lot
My heart ravaged by a mini tornado
Of October wind sweeping colors of decay