from here (poetry)

"from here"

leaves and hats tumble on the pavement

swept up by the howl of wind,

loud whispers reach the ears of ghosts who are too preoccupied to mind,

trees shake to mother's rhythm and

shower travelers with their blessings while embracing the folded hands of those still.

and
from here

memories dissolve on the surface of tongues.

minty, sweet, then bland.

eventful, then...

why am I here?

I do not know why

or remember

obnoxious blaring thump-thump beats through tiny cracks and missing windows, 

sneakers who converse together in another world,

waiting for numbered metal to roll closer to merge with the horde,

nor the wad of gum on the bench they are sitting in

and

from here

sitting, they stay.

Forgotten, but we will meet again.

-Yanni Rabor

A poem I wrote.