Between Us Poem by Martin Byrne

Infinite in the distance
And a train ride with the pistons
Make hard the freight of warriors
Fraught with fright of miles
Caught in terrible conjoining styles
We reach with our extending arms
towards fake graces
Putting patience through the paces
Tempting to break the porcelain vases...váses
It's cracking quite without causes
And though our fingertips brush
And create such bittersweet hush
With screams of prints
The sleigh dogs of reality are told to mush
Yanking us into parting
The snow drives back the foot that's slow
And in the too long fluury I've lost your glow
To the damn distance I'm howling more