notebook ===== poetic pieces by Robert L. Kusiolek ======= GETTING LATE Clouds splitting the sunset into long beams. These passing moments and these images... Red leaves swept off the white stairs. An empty swing nudged by the wind. ===== A VISIT Even now remembering the smell of a summer field after a sudden rain, even now her damp tresses lightly touching the pillow while the cat is at play. ======= FIGURING IT OUT As if the light could spill down on no other shapes suddenly she points out marigolds in the garden. ======= LEARNING It’s like this sometimes-- the wind, the last leaves, one thin dime, and the sun setting around the corner. ======= EVEN THIS Another summer gone: I recognize the old beggar holding a cupful of rain. ======== WORDS Path of no path -- the wind scatters fallen leaves and a lone white cloud drifts across the blue October sky. ======= SINCE IT IS SO The rain has stopped and there is no sound but the laughter from an old wooden porch where, slowly, small hands have opened a window. =====  TOP