Tenderness Replaces Pain

Tenderness replaces pain.

Rain runs. Rivulets on burnt copper stream
downstream.
Turning tuner dial to jumped up jazz, weaves
carnival procession of a beaten cab.
Rusty puddles glint on tin
then clouds break.

My voice is being strangled by
humidity,
who thrusts a feisty fist through choking air.

and we hang heavy
left in sun soaked steel,
lean across the paddleboat and wheel
her round the silent shipping yards.
in sun-drenched
morning,
docks of iron trees
form charred contrived forests.
I am made of words but
cannot talk.
Dew engulfs this poet's soaking voice.
Walk on - what choice
for leaving lonesome longing
there alone ?