red ribbons to behold
shared within the frosted mug
pushed under the rug
dashed for silver relaxed in gold
rich garment to unfold
in charted rapture there lies a river
creative hour of mere reflection
leaves one sent   guessing
the hour of Solomon peak
party lines by which to meet
shards of whisper behind the fold
Sunday morning blues

share as a wizard brief party has met
the story below the eager nod of regret
longing for falling in the eager mist
land fill the silo move