Out of the populace

Out of the populace

A confluence forming

Marked with the obvious

Of a darkness storming

Is there an audience

Apparently that’s so

And how far is too far

Will anyone say no

The near naked trees stand

The near naked trees stand

Across the flatter west

As evergreens ever

Brooches on autumn’s best

Water towers looking

Like spaceships have landed

The road stretching onwards

White dashed and gold banded

Breaking my own heart with

Breaking my own heart with

Puzzles missing pieces

Nighttime skies with lost stars

Never signing leases

Concentrating on moon

And our feelings of here

Forgiving the future

Before it grows more near

At once in a fury

At once in a fury

Then days fell like feathers 

Soft until layers formed

Furthered the togethers

Not again, not at all

Gray rocks are forming dams

No satellite orbit

Happiness in the am’s

Crying watercolors

Crying watercolors

But feeling dark oil paints

Wyeth washes outside

While Rembrandt in restraints

Tomorrow’s storm coming

Umbrellas inside out

Visibly more muted

Internally undoubt 

Right from the very start

Right from the very start

Cradle me, your baby

The love I gave but I

Was born an injury

Handed off to siblings

Failing draft after draft

Feeling that I was wrong

Because I could not graft

Here at the start of now

Here at the start of now

New beginnings waiting 

The birth of a comet

Or bright star creating

Or just a passing cloud

Or passerby smiling

The same children questions

The age old ones piling