You’ll See Us

Or you won’t. You’ll read us
If you can, if we’re seen,
If you want. And if not?
Well, we’re fine in the dark,
Or set out in the sun,

Burned to ash, gone to seed,
Left to rot, washed down streams.
What we can’t say, and you
Can’t say for sure for us,
Is if we’ll see you, too.

Side Stare at Dusk

There’s a notch in the wall
Of the house of good dreams
Where, on a strange day, or

A bad day, or just plain
Day in the low-lit months,
You can stand, just at dusk

Or not quite, with the shade
On all sides kind of grey,
And through the slate blue cloak

Catch one last wink or glare
From the low sun on edge.
Do you know what it means?