always saying goodbye always saying hello
July 12, 2006
with each wave
these last moments
bathe our consciousness
there is nothing else.
the breeze
takes our hair
to wave goodbye
jobs are waiting.
put the tiny shells
in your pockets
I tell the boys
so the big ones won’t crush them.
two buddies –
they are eleven
never to be eleven again
the wind dries the tears I hide.
2003
qazse 