Picture of Me

For once I see a clear picture of the future
I see myself
bent down
Looking at myself in a stream
I can see who I became
I can see the rocks and pebbles
of the past
below the water
And the welcoming fish
of tomorrow

© Dallas J. Moore

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Patti Smith

You give me a reason to write
Offering your words up to the world
You are a friend
I may never meet
I am here,
now,
writing this because of you

© Dallas J. Moore

On The Way Home

The traffic is snaking like madness
The red lights
are making my eyes rot
I can’t see out my mirrors
The spitting rain has covered them clearly
The right turn signal
of the patron in front of me is making me insane

© Dallas J. Moore

In The Morning

The phantom rider emerged
from the orange glow of the morning
Behind him,
the field smoked
Waving white flags
lined the edge of the clearing
Silence filled the air
Only broken by a calling bird

© Dallas J. Moore