junction
she.
waited for him.
like a derailed train
in an empty station.
waited a minute
waited an hour.
waited. just. like
the victims in the
train wreck
waited.
already packed off
to somewhere else
to sleep.
to sleep as drops of
anguish run down
mascaraed faces.
steam from a passing
ghost train
chokes her heart
chokes her breath,
drifts into her
memories.
she.
conceals in her
hand
the dimming light
from a hidden
flower.
an anniversary
flower.
he.
never came
home
that
night.
he lay in the
train
wreck
alive.
he got up
wanted
to
walk upon the
earth
where she
did.
he touches
her.
she collapses in
his arms.
that night
collapses into
the lining of his
skin.
the flower has
breath
again. . .
Lance Sheridan: Published writer -- Bits and Pieces to Ponder/Self-Help/2002
Published poet -- Poet Interview on November 8, 2012 by a Salisbury University Journalism Major/Salisbury, MD; poem 'Night into Day/Goodnight Till the Morning Sun'/11-12/Napalm and Novocain; poem 'Night into Day/Goodnight Till The Morning Sun' has been accepted for inclusion in the 2012 Best of Anthology, Storm Cycle
Blog -- deadheadingpoet.wordpress.com; has received over 75,000 views sing June 2012.
Barbara Sutton:
All of her writings with Lance Sheridan are in Visual Freestyle Works. 'We sift the human storm, the lift storm, through the dust and debris of thier souls, animating it into thoughts and words. And then we write, not guessing where it might go, exhaling our last breath toward the light.' Together they have received many accolades on their pennings from other poets.
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