Two Untitled Poems
1
The heaving of the sea,
the salt and pepper hair,
the closed door
we’re forbidden to open.
Don’t go there, not there.
In soft pencil I write
her unerasable words.
They’ll be fed to a shredder
or saved in a thumb drive
shaped like a coffin.
2
From experience you learn
experience has nothing to teach.
Take us, at great speed moving
in opposite directions,
the missed turn marked
but the steps unretraceable,
and not much road left
to arrive at a new landscape.