Flickering Flashlights

Ragged,
wandering,
wide-eyed
through the night

Misplaced

One day I might have misplaced my memories,
lost in an unnamed town,
in a forgotten countryside.

You'd find me in the fields,
thatching rotted rooves,
or sweating under the engine
of a beaten-up buggy
from a by-gone war era.

Kallisti

By the railroad tracks,
shadows gather in pairs.

On the silent side of town,
in the early hours, when the morning still feels like night
they gather
and they whisper
"Where is Eris?
          Where is Eris?
                  Where is Eris?"
They pass each other with passing smiles
for they know;
Eris comes this morning.