Vanished in Plain View

on this edge of summer

dry day, empty without you

one way alley, the vines grow wild 

felines scatter, gravel oiled

black and blue...

broken rearview mirror

looking for you

in the pines, in the burs,

no response

to a human need

to find you

on this edge of summer

interruption of friendship

demands a hot sharp

barefooted walk

cracks and breaks my heart

with every unanswered call

or mirage

at my door

summer welcomes the cruel

disappearances and

unexpected 

silent cold truth

and a life

synonymously

without

the cat and you

Reviews

[Sharon L.H. Kelly]

Vivid imagery, I could feel the pain. Well done.

[A. Amos]

Good piece of poetry and you have your own style to present words in very beautiful manner.... great job

[Relic]

Excellent poetry. You have a polished style that's evident. I'll be mentioning your name to others. :)