long enough
and looked for you in the
backs of passing cars
i have landed near your mother
her brother and am alone
each stop along the ragged sidewalk
another poem in the drizzle
amazing how this language
needs such release
i am stopped cold, scribbling
aching, still reaching out
to no one and nothing
except my emptiness
as the words are blurred
by the mist falling
and the meaning
has escaped my grasp
