Departure

driving away over the blunted rocks
leaving is understated
no one waves,
the dogs walk back to the house, depressed
nothing narrates the dust behind the car
which eventually settles,
a wind charm sings slightly, for a second
the place settles again, as if we had never been here
no mark of our time left there.

Perspective

the pages rustle
silence holds me like a parent
the wax sweating from the candle
swaying in the darkness.