More Rediscovered Poetry

I found these in a notebook in the pocket of my winter jacket. They're from last winter. I hope you like em.

Highway of cars,
just as dawn
cracks slow- an
egg over the horizon,
rendered invisible in the
morning dark.

Headlights strung
out on gossamer,
beads of hand-
carved amber and
you cannot tell sky
from city through the
window of the train.

All fades with the dawn
like a theater when
the lights come up.

----

A weathered rock
only earthly remain
of a poor old man
how many years has
he been lying?

Ice water in the vein,
boyfriend splits.

----

Mid-November
and the trees have
begun to change.
Leaves crinkle
voiceless.
Foliage of another fall.

----

Oh policeman!
Eyes grey as
a glacial field,
and heart far colder
still.

You never feel
a moment's
compunction
arresting kids
for hurting
no one.

Legal technicalities
restoreth thy soul.

----

My mood crystalizes on the
limbs of the ice-varnished trees
threatening to crack at the sigh
of the wind.

Held in horrible potential
this life so delicate
and rashness never rewarded.
A moment's carelessness
untold beauty destroys

I feel a fear in my deepest
heart I never before have
known. A real, true, serious,
poignant ache for someone
other than myself.
Someone who isn't answering
her telephone.

----

In our transparent age
we define ourselves by
our secret shames.

The things that make us
cry and roll around at night
sleep a distant dream's dream.

Lies we've told and lines we've
drawn and lives we've taken.
Things you could never tell your
lover, never mind your mother.

What flaws hide in the diamond
of your soul?

For all our money and all our science
all we really have is our tragedies.

----

Ice on the wire kills
light and sound, the train
coasts for a moment-
motor silent.

The sound of one hand
clapping is no
sound at all.

----

trees glowing from without
rain shards of glass
and phone poles bleed
clear blood from 'neath
the shelter of false skin.

Skate on sidewalks and
walk on grass, hardened
under foot.