if you see me colorless trace my outline.
search identity between crows feet, my
eyes begging me shut them tight; October
doesn't suffer dreams, so fold my hands
across my chest. listen for a breeze between
stolid lips: I'll not abandon you. when
silent rooms whisper me, prehend the
echoed history against empty walls.
If you see me colorless touch my face. warm
my heart before the evenfall of days.
Poem © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker
Photo © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker