Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array