Everything Poem by Mark Nichols

[By Mark Nichols & Bob McAllister]

Everything
Everything speaks of you
Everything smells like you
Everything turns me to you

Dark birds streak through cancelled skies
Like a lost girl
Lost as my young girl's eyes

My children gone
Like straws to the wind
Whispers believe
Whispers believe
"Never again"

In this dream
The end of the stream:
I see us all on a beach in June
Where blue herons stand like statues of doom

What do I do now?
Just tell me how now...
What do I do?