Poems August Running

Silver Lining

silver lining
car with a silver lining
this way
one way
stop at the stop sign
he is home
again
no more stories about
summer driving
singing
why, when he's traveling
thirty years
no flower store
and shady sign
long grass
dirt
nothing familiar
no wind
trees
no farm
with wheel ruts
not possible
this new one down
the words
flowing
it keeps the words
word-by-word rewriting

when he is back
then the room will be filled
with his music
when he is away
the quiet is
like the afternoon
with no seaside
tourings

none
I wrote a few books but none for him
right now
people think that evey writer writes for all
I don't know why
is that the management
wouldn't be glad if that
continued

so, when you are writing in the
shade by the flower store
then talking to your friends
why did you think
that music would change
because young people change
believe that people change
every year or two

all their friends change
he didn't change
he did change

now he listens to the
radio like other kids

I wrote him a song
I'm working
during the days
I'll have friends who
have the same life
looking back
which I don't hear every day
when I'm addressed