BROKEN WINDOW

Those old voices and memories lie quietly
in the past, there is no need for them
to be summoned. The night is here,
some trails grow cold
pretty fast. Sometimes it is better
not to turn back to the mapped out day,
but just take what you have with you.
There is another end
to this cold trail—no one knows
where it will come out—
and it counts for something.

(October 4, 2007)