Snow falls and then melts
We find ourselves
We’ve nearly done it.
in our certain
Clandestinely UnconcealedCovertly ConspicuousExplicitly SurreptitiousFurtive Exhibitionism AllAbove BoardwhileUndertheTable Simultaneously. In a deliciousjuxtaposition.
we have choices
that make all the difference
Between the cadences.
Sometimes at night we’re better than we think; Or So. Much. Worse. when dreams push to the brink.
Every day is a new page in a book of endless pages.
A Sauvignon BlancNearing our parched lips and tonguesSlakes a long dryness
The Men of MIlltown Mourn this Morn;
Their groundhog, Mel, is dead.
I see you… Rising above the cloudswhich obscurewhere your building began. You continue to riseIn spite of the clouds, And … More