High above the city

High above the city

Beneath a cloud layer

A decimal of pi

Staked by this surveyor

Water towers anchored

Like hot air balloons stalled

Flat roofs, picnic blankets

If autumn hadn’t falled

Happiness does not ask

Happiness does not ask

It is not a question

It's not a what if, nor

An award or mention

The morning tablecloth

Solidification

History happening

Without the narration

Yesterday like bedsheets

Yesterday like bedsheets

Pulled high up to my chin

Dreams not premonitions 

But torn curtains and thin

Brighter tomorrows wink

But the cog grits its teeth

Yet another pillow

And a tooth underneath 

Crescendo collapsing

Crescendo collapsing

A volcanic funnel

The keystone falling or

A caving in tunnel

Wonderful now worry

Compassion and caring

Out on the limb hoping 

Buds will be declaring

Once in calligraphy

Once in calligraphy

Lettering now is print

No expression of self

Even speech without hint

Market and drug store lists

Your days notching and spent

The service counter World

Here at the dime and cent

Evident and punching

Evident and punching

The belts on our foreheads

Barefoot in brambles while

Exhausting all insteads

Gray areas steeping

Darkness giving up white

Surrendering options

The facts stacking in height

A returned letter or

A returned letter or

A fallen bird feather

Sentimental keepsakes

Keeping me a tether 

A crowded attic heart

Turned empty nest aerie

Letting go of moonlight

To find transparency