excerpt from This Noose Hangs Empty

The Light Burned Red

One look at you        Stalled
in the parking lot/freeway
A calm came                A breath
sigh of realization                        & the words
stuck in my throat like exhaust
I choked                could not speak
Our silence too comforting                        & I
not wanting to bend or break it
let the words idle on
Die        and slip away                w/out a voice
Lost in the fumes                the hums
the radios and horns of
hot afternoon bustles
Softly those words slipped
w/A sigh                        A shudder
blinker on                I moved
Merged into
              the silent masses.