Bruises Upon Bruises

Let’s search the stars and find your life,
beyond this street; your neighborhood.

Find the thoughts once thought, the particulars
of minds lay dormant – who no longer reach.

Be friends with twinkles, the faded sheets;
of life that separates his ghost from hers,
their footsteps tied.

Knock the thought off planet.
The stirrups, blown hair and bruises upon bruises.

This is it – the fierce goodbye?

Step off the platform dear Judy,
you never saw it coming.

2010 Barry Comer


About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, the Democratic Socialists of America and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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