your time will come

i will wait politely here until the day
and hope predicted don’t change
nothing
no more

while all around is trembling , we weave together
with dreams and possibilies.

there is not much more to add, it is lighter
now.                                       birds sing early.

once again we come back to ourselves.

small thing  ragged who knows all of it

pieces torn away

or

is it a moth here in the dark?


triangles bring mystery

a new mathematics.


the rooms were swept yesterday

bones hidden

teeth implied.



yet the shape remains embedded

sometimes dots

i looked out yesterday at the rain
on and off all day

tiny things become intimate

you may put them in cases, or hang on pins
straight or safety, it becomes political

the choice is yours

bulldog clips

'we were friends’  more than that with promises that faded into silence. i woke this morning the same….

she asked about side effects and though
after reading the instructions felt there

were none

noted before

when suddenly came the surge of energy