Trying, trying hard to figure out things Things, before they even happen. Will they ever happen? Something of love’s inside me trying to set the course But good sense it always gets me, pulls me back to shore That we

Wintry city, snow but wet forgone all those days that forgave all that came and went. Forgiven. Wintry city, formed but bent push on withered nerve ends pull back from my old friends and shiver. This is not the last

Sip your coffee, at the ready Curl your hair to stand on end Clutched a white cup, staring face-up Are you a lover or a friend? Are you, are you? I’m whole wheat bread, soft and temperate Promise I am