A Linear Lament

From one time to the next
He follows me
With the Sun at my back
He cools me in shadow
I need only reverse direction
To disappear
And be a shiny thing again

Down by the Buttery

The City is thick with life
Swarmed and swimming in
Billions of human people
Each one eventually goes alone
Down by the buttery
Daisies nod at the little wind
Gliding across the argent pond
Green plants edge the thin path
At belt buckles and fallen hands
Walk the path as long as you can
I want to see the door to the wooden
Cottage in the distance but
My feet slip in place and
Bring me no closer