a freezing drizzle, but where have all the flowers gone?

It has been said one can't step
into the same river twice.

Today
they found the frozen body
of a woman near the railroad tracks
where Train and Vega Avenue
intersect,
a Canton man is on trial for the revenge
murder of his own children and his
ex wife's mother.
In Loudenville, Ohio two cats were killed
by arrows drawn from
the next door neighbor's bow.
The musicians of the world-renowned Cleveland Orchestra
have put down their instruments
on strike over their contract

Haiti digs out of her rubble,
buries her dead and tries to
feed the living.
Hysteria comes and goes
another day comes to pass.

Where has all the music gone?

You speak of rivers, my Beloved,
exigencies and crosses
prayers and lonely dreams,
we are they who carry torches
in the elongated blindness of the night,
undone.

I am weary, my Love.
I seek comfort in your arms.

All I have for you is this skin, these bones,
this freezing drizzle inside the marrow of
my life.