Even beauty succumbs

Even beauty succumbs

This slow arc of the sun

With clean brushes painting 

Graphite shadows begun

Unable to settle

It sets in remember 

Between each New Year and

The end of December 

Raised inside of silos

Raised inside of silos 

Ten fingers on your hand

Stretched out on lion paws

Parceled with understand

Quarter after quarter

Change in gumball machines

Necessary empty

To defeat the regimes

There’s a space between us

There’s a space between us

A river and ferry

We could build a bridge but

It may not rain merry

Down by water waiting

All the boats rise and fall

Together in effort

Inside this strong flood wall

The waste of wishful dreams

The waste of wishful dreams

Do not show splintered wood

There is no broken glass

Just could have, should have, would

Naive to believe and

Heartbroken from nothing

Materialized and

Thoughts vanished from crushing

I hope I am able

I hope I am able

To confide everything

The honesty of Anne

The frankness it can bring

Have a delightful smile 

Retain the sense of lamb

And be in the moment 

There in the window jamb

Inescapable truth

Inescapable truth

Is not hard to swallow 

Not vague math equations 

Less than’s left to wallow

Emotions are wanting

Here at the lost and found

My unmatched blue mitten

Without its mate around

Rain instead of snow falls

Rain instead of snow falls

The city reflecting 

Streetlights and headlights are

Flashing intersecting 

The past seeping up in

Puddles and blurring streaks

It is too late for me 

Or birds to wet their beaks