Twisting and turning
    Is what she said while my heart
Was carried away by the
    Morning breeze. Escape by
Swirling back to the trees was my reply.
    She didn’t believe me until the
Atmosphere aligned my soul into a diamond.
    Pressures all there is anymore
Whether diamond, crystal, or metamorphosis.
    She wanted to know how but her
Train got lost. I tried to warn her
     When they stopped the L train
And the windows were filled with
     Iodized salt and fat free chips.  I’m the
Beaten path trying to grow grass back,
    The dead branch from the fallen snow
Wondering how I got so low on the ground
    When I remember that the morning breeze is
Coming round soon.