we should have gathered
our things
– our thoughts –
before the tooth fairy’s twine
ran too low on the spool
but there’s always such a rush
of fools
squandering the sweet first air of morning

breathe and move as one
it’s your body and mind to keep

we should reclaim
our reins
– our thoughts –
before we forget our hauntings
growing tired in spirit
but there’s always more
to explore
setting alight a wanton heart

I know what it’s like
carrying a shell
not empty
but lashed together
to last another season
rusty nails poking at empty signage
wavering cobwebs
grasping onto moving, living breezes
relieved at nightfall
away from harsh eyes
solace from pinprick voices
left with bits of broken iron heritage
fading into dust of uncharted roads

I’ve got such a taste
for letters and pens and smudges
even your clipped tone
sends thrills
in places not touched before
drawn to the flourish you exude
reading you fills a gap I hadn’t noticed
even between lines of fury
and desperate pleas
I’ve tasted sweetness and was answered

sited oasis
shelved mirages
crescent bite marks
modeled after the moon

towering quiet
soft stretches
soothing brush strokes
savoring the lush light