order
such a slow thing
drains
In memory
there are times when
composite
composed
energy expended in
small exhalations
quick lovers breath
or tiny mother's kisses
even placid
bills paid
promises kept
thoughts     finished
and then
the crawl back
to warmth
and functionality
once its all
been bled
and the sigh is long
and empty
eyes rolling
depleted
and searching
for the relevance of
THAT when
the working when
before life was a grey sky
and motivation
the still wet pavement
that mirrors it