Dead Lilacs

Moon phases pass

Rain dries on the glass

Days go with notice

Nothing left to sugar coat us

Not so special plant on an odd wooden box

Sitting right in front a vase with dead lilacs

Like a second or it seemed

Was it something I dreamed

Plans and hugs included

Something remains excluded

Brakes squeal and the engine sort of knocks

All I see’s a vase in front of me with dead lilacs

Springs once fresh scent

Well babe it’s come and went

Browned petals form a ring on the table

Gonna-be’s leave stains as they become fable

Though a door looks open, it seems it just locks

Immaterial to me as I gaze ahead at the dead lilacs

Tim Windisch

05/15/2024