Vintage Melancholy
Dreams of clay
With bluffs etched in haze
And voices echoing through
decades
Recollected like artifacts
In cellar of heartbreak
Where vintage melancholy
Goes down smooth as remorse
On a sunny
Deep in bayou canyons
Following ravines
In peripatetic roaming
Memories rising like morning mist
From porous red clay
Maddening mourning
Summoning spirits of dead
My grandparent’s surreal gaze
Following me through city
sorrow
Their voices carrying on the
breeze
In faraway forests
Where crows caw
