Dead Lilacs

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