Poetry of Issue #7        Page 27

Mindscapes

Bewildered by blazing bridges
where friends played, then betrayed.

Is it him? Is it her? Or did I set the flame?
No need for alarm. The dead impart the best advice.

I turn to carillon sounds to heal.
Search for seasons that didn’t appear.

I appeal to the skies for need-less allies.
Reach for rare breezes before Mother Nature

liquefies. Calculating how many more poems,
when to turn to bamboo.

  Amy B. Barone