i miss them too

the weekend is over
and the boys have gone
returned to their home

we see them often
but it doesn’t change
the emptiness they
leave behind each time

a stack of clean towels
glasses in the cupboard
the bucket full of ice and
half a gallon of rocky road
all vanished with them


windows are wide open
and i can hear
the dull roar of the ocean
falling from the sky
-illions of separated drops
scrambling to reunite
in the innumerable dips
and valleys and potholes
of my inner-city neighborhood