Over Time

Bedroom sounds swelling umber
chords carry heavy like rive fog down
the hallway corridor

consciousness creeps on bird bones
back to the empty nest of my bird brain
silence of this predawn house

then the pagan note
some femme fatale showman
showboating
wrapped in the red ribbon of lust's
mad dash to outpace the
death breath of sadness

over time
thick silt builds up on the banks
on the bends
and the river's path changes direction.

TA