By John Sweet

shadows of trees lengthening shadows
of houses of hills and driving into
the sun or walking or standing
still w/ fingertips and memories w/ the
child’s body found or unfound and
trains moving past and holes opening up
in the earth without explanation without
meaning and words and words and words
but i have no pictures of you only slow
motion moments of neverending days have
only wasted hours of sunlight and tentative
kisses and this is not the afternoon seen
through some forgotten window this is
the window reflected in a dead
television screen
this is the news of war when
all i want is to sleep

John Sweet sends greetings from the rural wastelands of upstate NY. He is a firm believer in writing as catharsis, and in the continuous search for an unattainable and constantly evolving absolute truth. His latest poetry collections include HEATHEN TONGUE (2018 Kendra Steiner Editions) and A FLAG ON FIRE IS A SONG OF HOPE (2019 Scars Publications).