Our Surface

Suspended
above our surface,
sounds obscure

to a beveled murmur
their sentiment

Distant glow
remains but an echo
mirrored in memory,
new hope's sweet hymn
hindered

By tinny layers of many days
melded into weary refrain

Shards

Side target withdraws
any remaining initiative

Taking not much
to tumble moments

Pieces of sharing
scattered

Relief stumbles
swept, discolored,
overshadowed

Loud Smile

Down a One-way street
words flow
in crumpled blankness

Mismatched spinning
of stories

in frosty reappearance
and loud smiles