Future Calls

I see the gate

right here,

festooned withnetwork of grid iron,

empty bottle of malts and blends on the porch,

and a young fellow leanin at ease against the door post

spinning his yarns

of many colours.

The background noise,

conversations in a rally

wreathed up

n vanishing into air.

There is a one who lives here

on the scraps n leftovers

with luminous eyes prowled

the night on velvet feet.

Now a noisy hunchchair globetrotter

nose buried in a novel-

would look up

startled

at cawing crows on the electric pole

and recall a yesteryear basketball court

n relive over n over

a basket missed

the ball sailin' away

not heedin the referee's frantic whistle,

and crowded figures capering in the credit column of life's ledger.

There is a gate

right here,

festooned with Corpus Delecti.

And now-

nothing.

somewhere, gap in the wall

pierced by some shell

a few shattered bricks,

not much to weep for

and some memories

fading behind the television

and nothing else.

I drop

the ashes with a finger,

sure

a phoenix will arise.

A smile

flash,full

And life

full of happiness

full of love....