Blues With a Feeling

A New Poem

Photo by Ray Shrewsberry on Unsplash

   1

Paradise wasn’t the same
without Eve.
He tasted fruit,
worked on the lexicon,
prayed fervently.
But even after that,
walking with Him at dusk,
he felt empty.
He felt the world
had deserted itself.

              2

I know a certain desk
waits in a room,
a teacher with words
you have to hear.

Autumn’s encamped
on the outskirts of August.
I see its signal fires
in the blue evening.

The airline 
confirms your flight.
Come out once more
in the dry ringing night.