Constellation

There were the three of us

Shining

Reflecting easy unison

There was a flickering,

three dulling flames

beneath

kind hearts

Familiar

tightly woven bonds

Rare Constellation shining

thousands of miles

To be finally recognized

as visibly

extinguished

  

Carried Away

Five, no ten

fingers outstretch

Transported

riding time's stream

seems

traceable

          apparent

You plus me

Hands unclench

emptied

For what

time has certainly carried away

  

Recycled?

When I'm thrown away
Where is the recycle bin to place
all that was between you and me?

Does a friendship

get to be recycled

Knit into the potential

within to find

love again?

When a person is thrown away

A lifetime of words, places, conversations

is attached

labeled

for recycling?