emerging
corners
conquests
we seek to rest in yesterday’s sun
we linger and lounge after the race is run
we picked the winners, but losing is fun
arrivals
departures
gateways
we lost all of what we know in a summer’s storm
the hands that cook dinner are the ones that keep us warm
in the midst of old secrets dying, one breath is being born
callings
schedules
seasons
lovers collapse in the arms of freedom captured
crows and car-alarms announce morning’s arrival, enraptured
and the traumatic aging of the day is seasoned with laughter
and we sit and we watch
from our box-office slots
in the morning after
