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.