echoes

I’m moving,
continuously moving,
working on walking a straight line
working on my backwards walk
putting distance between us
putting the echoes of your voice
out of my mind

droplets

streetlights shining through droplets
hanging on the ends of needles,
hanging in the air,
suspended

lenses refracted with droplets
catching the lights of a thousand bulbs,
catching the glare of a passing car,
blurred

old concrete buckling
with the pressure of new roots,
with the settling of old moss,
cyclical