A search that’s never
finding, like a sky
without horizon
and my pockets fill
to filling with the
memories and soldiers
that are from another
time and
time, time, time
tick tock’s it’s way along
like a mail man
with a limp and
the leaves fall,
and the leaves grow,
and the leaves fall,
and my eyes
are left searching,
still looking for a meaning
in a sky
without horizon
that borders on eternity

                AcB        11.28.98