day THIRTY SEVEN

Where oh where are you tonight,

why did you leave me

here all alone?

I searched

the world over 

and I thought

I'd found 

true love.

You met another

and

phhhitttt!

you was 

gone.

[Thank you Hee Haw!]

day THIRTY SIX

SUNDAY'S DARKNESS

The tiny boy waits

on wooden rail,

knees shift

painfully

one to the other.

Trembling hands

grasping

dangling beads

of plastic and glass,

reach out

to the one

who 

forgives.

In twisted agony,

affixed by spikes,

arching against the wood,

the bloody symbol

dies again.

~m