In a town, we once met is

halfway there.

Like 2 streets,
a Rose, and an Oak,
there is a path that connects
the 2.

Halfway there.

On this path is a footbridge
West of the five of diamonds.

Meet me there at 5 o’clock in
the carefree spring eve and

I’ll explain to who for
whom you seek.

On the bridge
over a dried up creek.

-unknown

 

 

 

Halfway there
I’ll explain to who for
there is a path that connects

In a town, we once met is
whom you seek
the carefree spring eve and
a Rose and an Oak
Like 2 streets
the 2
unknown

On this path is a footbridge
over a dried up creek
On the bridge
West of the five of diamonds
Meet me there at 5 o’clock in
halfway there

Love captive exacts
It’s terrible revenge
All thoughts a kindness
All records a wrong
Our hearts in twine
Blood’s river Rhine
One step
To brink and back again

To curse a friend
With Neverwhen
Oblivious to shared sorrow
Millstones begat
Unnerving and flat
What hope will lift tomorrow

Bound cage of air
Twirled ’round and spared
The stones of outraged fellows
Marvel at the sign
Held up by mine
‘Tween dark and restless hollows

Her Two Cents

I’ve been obsessing on the words, “Bound cage of air | Twirled ’round and spared.” One typically sees a cage as a restraint, with air being the substance that moves freely. But what of those times when it’s the air itself (or our perception of it) that has the power to contain or release us? A cage can be more than a physical structure.