Noon

Is it the sun straight up
or the rain,
or the bourbon before me?
I sin.
I watch love end.
She gets on the bus, goes
away,
I did not know for good.
A city full of clouds.
Hands empty
save for guns.
What to do but war?
Look closely:
can you see the living
for the dead?
Some have more
than they need.
Good for them.
Nothing’s like it was?
Only death’s the same?

(30 May 2013)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander