Two Men

Two men crossed the foggy path, wide

In front of me - on their way to find lost.

And, when I opened the windshield

The frames changed - as do the winds

When death wants to sit aside

Singing; humming canticles of god’s field

As life’s muse has cast off suffering’s cost.

One man lived by the shutter’s eye

Capturing many faces -

Found smiling;

or sorrowing

In many places.

They each paid a price,

without borrowing,

By simply being – interesting.

The other man lived in fiction

Selling life’s tenets at a small fraction

Piece by piece; with little lies that speak

A eulogy of a man both strong and weak.

Now, I must hurry along and run from the freaks -

Somewhere in desolation

is a temporary aberration.