Sunday, June 28, 2015

“Orchard Bandits”

Bleak skylines offer nothing,

Like good rest or hot meal steam.

This troupe of four (remnant clan),

Move at random, without plan.


 He bears disappointment

Under his brow, head bent low.

His youthful smile now faded

-Memory pools well waded.


Mshe  keeps vying through pearl

Dreams worn within and without.

Pale worn crêpe newspaper dress,

-Striving for strength to confess.


Youth keeps both feet and eyes dry.

Hunger inside mimics stings.

Hope, running among fruit trees,

Eating apples in the breeze.


Baby coos at circling birds,

Unfettered by illusion.

Comforted by family,
She carries the hidden key.