By on Oct 28, 2012 in Poetry


The trees rustle and shake
just the same as you did
with your disease
I stay outside quiet and waiting
watch the unkempt days wind and unwind
the dull of metals set aside
called inside themselves.

Are you currently in a place
watching the sings of the gale force wind
the slapping over its banks, water
I keep a vestige of you at last
finally, in me, in loose leaf journals.

I can feel you
the sun sometimes warms
the flowers, the leaves, though still. 


Peter Layton's poetry has appeared in Frontier, The Sheltered Poet, The 13th Warrior Review, The Plastic Tower, Wild Violet and Perspectives, among many, many others. He resides in Lakewood, California.