All the things we love will

All the things we love will

No matter how tightly

Markers mostly matchsticks

Expiring though brightly 

And no matter the care

Or love leaps and bounding

The skirt of apathy

Folds in as it’s rounding

Floating without an oar

Floating without an oar

Four floors above the street

Autumn trees beneath me

Above the lamb clouds bleat

The cars like noisy koi 

Chasing the traffic sign

Here feeling like white sheets

Hung on a clothing line

Dissonant chord dangles

Dissonant chord dangles

Searching for a resolve

How is it the final

Alone without involve

A white cliff, a canyon

A lemur or condor

I am listening for

Beethoven responder 

Mouthful of alphabet

Mouthful of alphabet 

Randomly a word forms

Trying to find meaning

As the abstract conforms

A mental Ouija Board

Or a game of Scrabble

Like taking meeting notes

At the House of Babel

Arrows past the target

Arrows past the target

An artistic bullseye 

The beauty of unknowns 

Outside the sense of I

Cupid and Diana

Have often overshot

Strange loves and elusives

Not found in rings and dot

No in between exists

No in between exists

Prepared for readiness

The stark reality

Of this vast emptiness 

No history to comb

Bank swallows cannot nest

Future had its ending

Present put it to rest

Errors hanging like clouds

Errors hanging like clouds

On occasion wringing

Learning to make changes

Corrections are bringing

The time a quarter till 

A thumb on the stopwatch 

The ribbon waiting is

Just an end, not a notch