Exploring
the major
and minor
keys of
poetry

A third up
and half a
step down:

So fine
the lines
widening

like childs
eyes before
fruit

ripe
before its
known that
they're

any
good for you
-as mud for
elphants-

Snacks at
noon

Dear New York,

Can we talk about the elphants on the sidewalks?

I know we currently live in a circus- like reality, but this is ridiculous.
There are so many wanting to be a part of the biggest show on earth.
But instead of millions of top billed performers,
We are heavy on magician acts
Most of us performing the same tricks
Week after week
Trying to make shoe strings turn into boot straps...
That sometimes turn into tightropes...
Our safety nets not quite up to code
So when we fall out of the spotlight,
Some of us fall through holes
Abandoned disillusioned dreamers
Subjected to the whims of clowns
But we have to keep trying, right?
Keep striving, keep reaching for the trapeze bar
Waiting for the perfect timing to gracefully glide to the top of the big top
Everyday hustling for some ovation
But along the way though the everyday
Before we can even make it to our marks
We gotta try to not feel the despair of
At least a dozen others that were unable to
Grasp that up swing
Those waiting on the sides aimlessly
Waiting
For what I wonder
As I try to not see
Anything but the dignity of
Fallen stars