I Heard A Rumor of Warm Wind

I heard a rumor of warm wind

I heard of a tale of green growth

I heard a story of cold’s end

I doubt the veracity of both

Gene G. McLaughlin 2015

That Which Was

Linked in my mind

Through the hazy smoke of years

Burned by

Without me noticing

In the record store

They once again look at me

From the dusty bins

Side by side

Their world

That which was

Seems impossible

As today will seem

In 50 years

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014

Sitter In The Vineyards

His heart is not stone

But metal

He is of man

Not man

Among the grapes he sits

Fragile

Every dying

He does not smile

He merely is.

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014