Fates Regret (+1)

The ending

hard

The ending

mean

Your future

soiled

But memory

clean

Your back bent

over

Your steps

misplaced

Your speech

a murmur

But one

last ace ...

A Robin

sits

Upon your

arm

And sings

of times

Forgotten

charm

And takes

your last

Begotten

breath

Upon its

wings

To fates

— regret

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)

Times Divide

I stray

on purpose

my will

redeemed

When left

of center

to swim

upstream

Against

the grain

my future

hides

On roads

less traveled

past times

— divide

(The New Room: December, 2024)