Even Steven by Luis
Garcia
Cover collage by the
author
SOMETIMES
Sometimes I
want to go back—
to return
as love
sometimes returns.
Sometimes I
turn
to look
once more
over my
shoulder,
but there’s no way back.
There’s forward,
REFRAIN
Too short,
too soon,
too short,
too soon,
a lesson
taught
by movement
of sun,
by movement
of moon—
too short,
too soon,
too short,
too soon,
touchstones
to the stars
tell of the
bars,
the cages
of glass,
the hours
that pass,
the hours that
pass.
THE WAY
The way the
light falls,
the way the
shadows fall,
the way the
people fall
into the
same old patterns,
patterns of
light,
patterns of
shadow
mixing and
mingling
together—
the
patterns,
the people,
the way
it all continues.
but there's no way back.
There's forward,
only forward.